Oh! What has happened to me. I..I am not able to do it. I have to make that chemical but..why am I seeing the face of Wilscott everytime. He died a few years back trying to make this chemical in an accident.
His mundane existence did not fascinate anyone. He was nefarious and always tried to make something weird.
I don't know whether it was a kind of deja vu. Unequivocal dreams and thoughts!
But I still feel he was par excellent too many, even me.
No. no. nothing like that dear. You go to your room. Leave me alone for sometime.
I require a moment of respite.
Oh dad! You have come early today! Anything special?