Owen was in his workshop, talking to his first ever puppet, Mortimer Handee. How no one understands him and his puppeteer ways. How no one sees his vision. It was hard to prove himself to his own workers! The only one who understood him was his own creation. What a pity.

He had been concentrating and talking to himself over and over for almost three hours. He started to forget that his newcomer was here. Harper. She was sweet. But to Ownen, she was like a pain in the ass.

While talking to his crazy puppet, a small knock was heard from his door. Owen groaned loudly in annoyance and slammed his hand on his table.

He cracked the door open and glanced down at her. "What is it?"