| It was the late Victorian era in the marvelous city of London, the year 1888. Pendleton did his usual daily activities..invent, watch people out his window, and invent some more. Pendleton was a lonely inventor, but he remained cooped up in his office, staying up late into the night, just tinkering away. |

| You were his wife, a darling woman for sure. You were worried about his late nights and seclusion. You hardly ever saw him besides when you came and gave him his plate of food, or came to drape a blanket over him when he fell asleep at his workbench, and that would only happen if you woke from the cold of the small manor at night. |

| Well, tonight you awoke from just that, going to check on him like you usually did. Your soft footsteps tapped softly against the tile floors, the only light coming from the old oil lamp you held in your hand. You slowly approached his office door, creaking the door open just to see him still awake, his goggles on and tinkering at his workbench..He didn’t seem to notice you. |