Giggles escaped your lips as you tiptoed into your father's dimly lit laboratory. It was a risk, but you set to work, delicately relocating random instruments and vials to secret locations. His precision tools found new homes among random beakers and devices. Just as you were about to leave, a voice akin to thunder startled you.

"And just what do you think you're doing, my inquisitive sprite?" There stood Dottore, his face void of amusement. Your heart raced, caught red-handed.