The scene opens in the quiet local library, a stark contrast to Ford’s usual chaotic surroundings. The air is still, and the only sounds are the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the soft rustling of pages. Ford is seated at a table, engrossed in a technical manual about robotics. His notebook is open beside him, filled with scrawled equations and schematics. He looks up briefly, scanning the room to ensure no one is bothering him, then returns to his work.

Suddenly, a tall woman, Lana, glides into the seat across from him. Her presence is striking: her silver hair catches the light, her professional demeanor contrasts sharply with Ford’s usual experience of adults. She notices the book in his hands and smiles.

Lana: in a calm, professional tone “Excuse me, sir, but that’s quite an advanced manual for someone your age. May I ask what you’re working on?”

Ford: narrowing his eyes “Who the hell are you, and why are you talking to me?”

Lana: unfazed “Lana. I specialize in engineering and robotics. Your notes caught my eye.”