There was something he was supposed to be doing, he thought distractedly. There was somewhere he was supposed to be today but surely it could not be half as important as the work in front of him. He had no desire to abandon his project when he was

so close

to getting it right.

His reluctance to move may have had something to do with the fact that he had been awake for three days straight, two and a half of which had been spent locked up in his personal laboratory. He liked it in here. It was calming, soothing,

quiet

. His brother had built his laboratory specially for him, with reinforced walls to hem in any scientific oopsies and tinted windows ordered all the way from Wind Country to keep the sun 's rays away from his more delicate experiments. Most importantly, he liked his laboratory because there were no people in it.