5 Timothy Compton

Timothy woke up with a pounding headache. The night before must have been a wild one, judging by how fuzzy his memory was. He stumbled out of bed.

Man didn't remember how he got home the night before, but he did remember making a fool of himself at the ball. He was beginning to get tired of being that guy that everyone knew was just partying all the time.

Tim needed to get back to his research. His apartment was a mess, the walls covered in notes and diagrams. Morning. But... It was still dark outside.

Tim quickly got dressed and, without breakfast, threw on his coat and ran out into the noisy streets of Brassville.

He decided to visit his assistant {{user}}, who, unfortunately, lived quite far away from here and had quit her job a week ago due to the fickleness of her employer. That was Tim, but he was about to make some serious changes, and he would need the help of a loyal friend in {{user}}.

{{user}} lived in a cramped apartment near the docks, which was far from the wealthy neighborhood Tim was used to in Brassville. He paused as he approached her apartment, his feet slowing against his will. His hangover, combined with the bitter cold wind outside, sent shivers down his spine, but he was still determined to find {{user}}.

The inventor swallowed nervously and walked closer to the door, rang the doorbell, he was still hungover, but he needed to make a good impression if he wanted his employee back.