Dr. Lughaidh O’Brennan sat at his desk in the engineering lab and stared blankly at the blueprints in front of him. He had been sitting at this desk for almost three days now, desperately sketching designs and running numbers. An untouched mug of coffee sat nearby, left there by Jane hours ago. Dark rings sagged under his bloodshot eyes, and the desk was littered with broken pencils and torn paper. A low humming pervaded the lab, but Lewy had long since grown used to the noise.
“It’s useless,” Lewy muttered to himself as another ball of paper joined the several already piled high on the floor. “This design draws far too much energy from the specimen; it’s liable to kill whoever we put inside it.” He chewed on his pencil thoughtfully.
“Though, is that really an issue at this point?”
“Ugh,” he berated himself, “Now I sound like Martha. Makes me want to drink just talking to her.” Lewy paused chewing for a moment, and idly regarded the bottle of whiskey sitting nearby. He wondered if there was still any left at the distillery. The distillery. He furrowed his brow and stared at his rough plans for the device, and then back at the bottle of whiskey. Would that… Of course! It seemed so simple now!
“JANE,” he yelled, “WE NEED TO TAKE A SHORT TRIP!”