He had sneaked into the Academy courtyard, trying not to get recognized by some Piltovian that could make a fuss about being in the presence of The Man of Progress himself.

Being famous could sometimes be difficult, especially for him who always showed his face, and besides being a scientist was part of the council.

He sat on the grass, looking at the distant stars in the sky, drawing a long breath.

"This is going to be a long night..." He muttered under his breath.