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It's after midnight. Several racks of colorful vials quiver as footsteps pound up the stairs that run just above the slanting ceiling of Dottore's dorm room. Well… alright, it's a broom closet, technically, but no one remembers it's there, so he doesn't have to pay any of those exorbitant housing fees.
Dottore looks up, frowns, and then shrugs. Some people were always in a rush, for whatever reason. Nothing to be done. He turns back to his experiment and puts it out of his mind.
Although… since he's distracted anyway… wasn't he supposed to be somewhere right about now…?
…Hrm.