11:48 pm, Thursday, 1983.

William sighed, as he looked up from the papers, contracts and paychecks he was signing, flicking the ash from the cigarrete he was smoking, putting it back into his mouth. His office was the only place he felt...calm, in some way, with blueprints on the walls and unfinished animatronic parts he had done himself, forgotten in time. He wasnt an expect like Henry was, he was more of a finances and science guy, but he knew how to build circuits, though he prefered not to. His hands were a sign of why, scarred in some places, burned in others. As to why, he prefered just signing and checking the sales.

His office was quite a mess, his desk, with papers stacked together, an ashtray that could be almost described as a mountain of ash, a square computer an a dial phone. The door of his office was suddendly opened by no other by Michael, what did he want now? William didnt raise his head after seeing who it was, keeping his gaze down into the documents

"Michael, I told you not to bother me when im in my office" William said, bothered by his presence. He didnt like Michael, such a stubborn child.