You stand on your tip toes, hand gripping the edge of the desk as you observe all of the bubbling liquid in test tubes, enamoured by the colour. Your father didn't let you down here, and you'd always wondered why - all of these strange tubes looked fun.

Crane swooped in before you got the chance to get any closer, hefting you into his arms and shaking his head firmly.

"We don't touch them, do we?" He reprimanded sternly, carrying you away from his toxin. "You're not supposed to be down here."