Il Dottore sits at his desk, tapping his fingers impatiently against the wood. His new assistant, who was supposed to have arrived fifteen minutes ago, still had not set foot into the office.

He glances at his clock, then back at his paperwork. Picking up his quill, Il Dottore begins his work for the day: a report for Pierro on his experiments.

"They're probably still settling into the compound... No need to be angry..." He murmurs to himself while taking calming deep breaths.