more days of recovery and night’s sleep would refresh his mind and body, something he sorely needed.

A schematic on the wall behind the workbench suggests that he’d been studying the metal frame. All in it’s about 2.5 meters tall from head to toe with limbs twice as long as a man’s. It’s hollowed out insides big enough to take a pilot. The drawing has scribbled notes describing how the limbs move and measurements of a man alongside it. Further sketches pinned to the wall around the main drawing show individual body parts in motion.

He sits up in the bed and checks the weather reading on his clock which doubles as a thermometer. It’s dry but cool and he thinks to himself while looking at the suit curiously: Good morning Belle. Time for a walk?