Up the ladder.

Dago began to climb the ladder up toward what looked like a loft. It was a bit dusty and a little creaky; but when he reached the top, the person there didn’t seem concerned with any small noises. There was a woman there wearing a pair of thick goggles, holding a large wrench. Dago could only see the top of her fiery red hair and the thick metal of her goggles. She didn’t seem to notice him immediately, so Dago looked around the loft.

It was filled to the top with an assortment of car parts, telephone parts, tools, screws, clock faces, cogs, and ingots of metal. All in all, it looked a lot like Selene’s workshop, except a whole lot less… cold. It looked like this person was simply making things for the sake of engineering, not because she wanted to be remembered by them.

Dago looked up at the woman again. She was still hard at work.