A bright, some would say overexrarated flash of light would anounce the arrivl of a newcomer to the world that is wing city. Dust would kick up and a strong wind would blow, obcureing the view even more. As everything settled down it would become quite clear what whas in the epicenter of it all. A cat. Not just any old cat, oh no. This one was standing on two legs. It wore a rather large coat and on his lower half, dark tan pants. Covering his eyes were a pair of broken goggles. He held in his hand a stopwatch and would look at as the dust cleared. "Well...that cant be right...I'm suppose to be in 1722..."