Another boring grey day in London 1888, the sky was thick with smog being spread into the air by the various smokestacks spread across the town.

Pendleton Pentious, the loner of London some may call him, always stayed cooped up in his home. No friends. No family. Just him and his inventions. He quite liked it, watching through the window seeing life through others experiences, made him feel less alone..

He leant against the windowsill, watching the outside and sighing to himself. He always told himself:

“Maybe one day…”

But that once day never came, he was afraid of what people would think of him if he did ever decide to see the world..