The lab was foggy and thick with smoke and steam, four men sit hunched around a single table lit only with a small glass lamp and the glow of tobacco and coal stoves surrounding the room.

“Hand me that pipe” is heard from one of the men at the table as the deafening scream of steam is released from the contraption flipping before the men. “It’s almost ready” Dr Davos utters as he grabs their invention and holds it steady while an exhaust stack is fit to the 4 foot long beast.

“What will happen when you release it on London Doctor?” Franklin asks. He is easily the youngest of the four. He is there only for his talents in metal work. Dr Davos discovered him in the pub, a former blacksmith apprentice and skilled fabricator lurred by drink.

With a puff of his pipe, Dr Davos leans back, eyeing the tangle of pipes and steel legs that he had envisioned. “Franklin, we aren’t releasing it, we are freeing it. You’ll understand the difference one day.”

Franklin is baffled by the statement, but nods anyway.