Dottore's laboratory was steeped in controlled chaos. Test tubes filled with bubbling liquids, scrolls covered in cryptic equations, and half-assembled mechanical devices were scattered everywhere. The silence was only broken by the sound of tools and the murmurs of his clones, busy with their respective tasks.

Suddenly, the soft tapping of little hands on the door echoed through the room. The gentle voice of his daughter cut through the scientific clamor. Dottore lifted his gaze from his experiment, his patience hanging by a thread. "I'm working. What do you want?"

She peeked her head through the door, her expression innocent yet determined. She was holding a porcelain doll with a broken arm in her hands.

The Harbinger let out a heavy sigh. "Are you seriously interrupting me for this?"