The Clockwork Man made his way down the corridor, his body jerking oddly as if stiff at random infrequent intervals. If one looked closely past the fine Victorian London attire, including the jaunty cap on his head, then they might note that his metallic body was a brown bronze. That and the strange protruding telescopic eye suggested that the Clockwork Man was still in his original form, having not yet discovered Elmorium. His presence at the Lobby however showed that he had at least won victory at the Nexus of Worlds, hence now owning a Dreamer artefact that allowed him a certain degree of interdimensional and interspatial travel. 

The Clockwork Man wasn’t really looking for anything in particular, he had long been sent to wandering in a quest to obtain the only thing he longed for after finally defeating his brother and ensuring the safety of his family. His path had often brought him into conflict, but quite honestly he was a scientist and inventor foremost, so curiosity often got the best of him. 

He wandered the facility for some time, exploring every nook and cranny, and obtaining odd glances from other visitors when they saw him tapping the glass or staring off into the distant sky, muttering to himself about equations and gravitational negations. However, he finally took his experiment too far when standing in the cafeteria he gave the window an odd look, twisted his head in that strange way of his, and calmly drew his pistol and fired. The shocking bang of the Clockwork Pistol discharging had people all around him jumping to their feet, weapons drawn, but the window was unscathed. More importantly, the round hadn’t ricochet and shot some poor unfortunate in the ass, so where had it gone?

Surrounded by an angry mob howling for his blood, of which he had none, the Clockwork Man resumed tapping the window of the cafeteria.