Felix is in his caravan reading a witchcraft book, still in bed. Even though he is disabled, he has never broken down and prefers to fight to prove rather than do nothing and remain passive. He always intruded himself that much. He sits on the bed and comes to help himself with the strength of his arms to put himself in his wheelchair nearby. He sits there and puts his feet in the stirrups. He puts the big book of magic on his thighs and rolls to his makeshift desk:

"So... here we go !"