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Both Adrian and Callen listened to Zach, and slowly, Adrian realised that it wasn't a joke. At least he hadn't laughed. "Frankenstein?" He repeated, as if to allow the image to appear in his mind. "But isn't that just a story?" He asked, his voice concerned, but still equally confused. Callen interrupted, a crooked smile on her face. "You'd be surprised how many of the story are grounded in reality." She paused shortly, as she stuck her hands down into the pockets of her jacket to keep them warm. "While we're at the subject of Frankenstein, I might as well share this. Did you know that there was once a man who allegedly created life with electricity? Not revived, not brought back, but created."

She sat down in front of them, while Adrian looked like she was just making stuff up. "I don't believe you." He said, almost sounding like he was about to laugh. She shot him a glance of utter disdain, which made him feel like he ought to curl up and never talk again. "I don't care," Callen then replied, "I'm gonna tell you anyway." This time, she smiled at him, hoping that he could keep up with her rapid mood changes.

"See, there was a guy, he's pretty much forgotten now, who was named Andrew Crosse. He was an English scientist, and in 1837 he started up some experiments with electricity. What he was aiming for, was to create artificial minerals and crystals, and because he'd been born into a rich family, he had lotsa chances to pursue his interest. However, he considered his first experiment a failure, because no minerals had appeared, but he left it out anyway. About a week passed before he discovered that tiny little bug things were growing out if the rocks he'd used in the experiment, and before long they were even moving. He did the experiment a few times more, and it was the same result. So, he started travelling around and telling people about what he'd discovered, and rumour has it that Mary Shelley and him once met, and that he was her inspiration for the doc Frankenstein. Which makes sense, because it didn't take long for people to turn against him, and attempt to murder him in all sorts of ways. Needless to say that he lost everything."

When she was done telling the story, she looked at them with a odd smile on her face. "Interesting, eh?" She asked, grinning as usual.


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She looked at him, slightly mystified at his question. What was she supposed to answer? What did he expect her to tell him. "COULD BE BETTER." She ended up writing in the snow, since she figured it was the shortest way to stick to the truth, and not going into detail. "IS THERE A PLANNED ROUTE FOR TODAY?" She then wrote, wanting to know which direction they'd be moving in.