The young man walked into the dark hospital. It was after hours, but he had a mission he had no choice but to complete.
After all, without progeny a man was nothing, he had no legacy, no true purpose. However, if he could do this one thing, and find that one girl, well perhaps he would finally mean something to the world.
Pushing open the door to the hospital and slinking through the halls. He could hear subtle coughs and the sound of quiet breathing. most everyone was asleep, but it didn't matter.
His shoes having been sufficiently broken in so as not to make too much sound. Making his way to the surgery wing where he began noticing signs of the Mad Surgeon's machinations. He narrowly avoided a pencil pitfall, knowing that if he had fallen in not only would he have fallen in, but even worse--provided he survived--he would be plagued with a lifetime of terrible terrible hand writing.
A light pulling his attention from his thoughts, Otto suddenly knew what he had to do.
Quickly making his way through the hallway and to the lit room. As he peeked in he saw a child, unconscious, and on an operation table, no doctor, nurse, or surgeon in sight.
He knew it was time....
Time to get kid.
