"It is good to see you again." Seira tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. "And not behind bars," she adds with a small smile as she walks towards one of the cabinets in her office to grab a bag of tea, something that reminds her of home, of Earth.

"I don't plan on getting caught anytime soon." Frankenstein sits down on one of the sofas, looking around, at the paintings, the tall windows, the champagne curtains. Even though they are in the space age, this room has a comfortable nostalgia, reminding him of his old office in Ye Ran.

"Of course." Seira places the cup of tea on the glass coffee table in front of him. "May I ask, what are you here for?" She takes the seat across from him.

"I thought it would be nice to see someone I actually liked for once, instead of running into that… 'man of the law,' he calls himself." Frankenstein lifts the cup to his lips. "It's absurd," a half chuckle. He takes a sip.

Seira smiles at him. "Only as absurd as you," she said in her quiet ways.

This time, Frankenstein does chuckle. "So he is."

It stirs and hisses, there is white smoke. When he opens his eyes, he is met with dim red lights. A slow beeping, a couple blinking switches. Large, flat tables. Bottles and machines he does not recognize. The air is sterile and still.

Raizel looks around for a moment longer, then he leaves.

"Hey, may I have your I.D. please?"

Raizel turns around. He looks at the man before him, dressed in a dark blue, the fabric sitting close to his skin, not a style he is familiar with, decorated with subtle polygonal shapes and sharp lines.

"Are you supposed to be down here?" he asks.

A short silence. Raizel shakes his head.

"What're you doing here, then?" The man's eyes ghost over Raizel, stopping at his cravat and the ruffles of his cuffs. He quickly looks back up. He does not receive a response. "Oh, are you…lost?"

Raizel nods.

"Don't worry, I get lost around here a lot too. The maps are so hard to read," the man says, flashing a good natured smile. He points down the hallway, "Just go down there, take a right at the third intersection and then to your left should be the elevators to take you up to the ground floor. I gotta go check on some stuff. Good luck!" He waves as he enters one of the many numbered doors.

With a thought, the fabric of Raizel's clothes fall apart, replaced with the same dark blue and lines he saw on the man. He turns around to face the direction he has been pointed to. The third intersection, it is simple.

His teacup sits empty on the table. Frankenstein opens the windows that framed Seira's chair and desk from behind, grand arches that swallow light into the belly of the room.

Seira has left him for a meeting with the teachers, and Frankenstein has to smile fondly at that; she had grown up so much. He remembers his own meetings, how they would drag on. At least she doesn't seem to have as much paperwork piled on her desk as he did, though that is hardly an indicator of how much actual work she needs to do, with everything digitized these days.

He watches the grass and plants sway in the field beneath him, watches the light shift as the day wears on. He breathes in with the breeze and sighs, resting his hands on the windowsill.

The door clicks behind him. He hears someone step in.

"So you finally decide to make your grand entrance," Frankenstein says.