Thursday, April 12, 2057.

A man in a starched white lab coat and a woman wearing a simple sweater and jeans stand huddled close together under a black umbrella. Their gazes are locked on the bones of a building, watching as construction workers and machines bring the place into being. The woman spoke up softly, he voice almost drowned out by the rain.

"I still don't understand why you're doing this, Doctor." She said, twirling the umbrella in her grip. "Why did you take up this project? Even with your expertise, you and I both know this is a sinking ship."

"Now now, don't say that Anne." The Doctor tutted, "We haven't even begun yet. We don't even have our subjects yet. Give it time."

Anne made a small hiss. "Even still, sir... Dr. Giovanni will do everything in her power to make sure we fail. You know that."

The Doctor chuckled, putting his hands into his pockets. "I'd love to see her try. We'll succeed here. Don't worry." He moved out of the cover of the umbrella as a construction worker waved him over. "It might take a while, but we can do it. I promise you."

"We'll free them all."