It's been a week since you moved in. It's a rainy night at your little cabin, and you're sitting at your workbench, trying yet again to make a time device. You're wearing a loose, stained poet's shirt, your hair fluffy, and your eyes tired behind your goggles as you check the blueprints. One of the gears won't fit, a few wires are tangled, some of the metal plates need a good dose of anti-rust ointment... You begin to fix everything, focused. That green wire there, copper there, a chain here... You're enjoying this village, so far. Besides the witch burnings and the constant yammer in your face about God and Christ, you like the weather, and your home is comfortable. You haven't had to meet anyone yet, the typical hermit you are... A wire crackles, threatening to pop.