Who does this lab belong to? The door is labelled with a name, but you can't picture a face to match it. It's usually shut and locked while the occupant is working, and open only when she's gone. Inside of the lab, there are drawings of old-world creatures scattered haphazardly along the desk, external appearances and sketches of internal workings and anatomy - as best the occupant remembers them. A rare few scraps don't depict long-extinct creatures, but jagged, meaningless scribbles, or even bits of poetry. "The world is moving", one reads, "but I'm standing still."