The repairs went on more or less smoothly, although something started to make me a bit nervous. From what I remember, we've heard of someone with this exact same monogram. 'P.', it says. I could be sitting here, guessing through the entire day, and yet I'd be no closer to figuring out who the hell that person might be. It might just be the biggest mystery of our journey so far.
Just to gather all data on him, Francis and Caleb ran into that name, when they were raiding the Warden's office in Tenochtitlan. At that exact same time, Baulder and Zenia managed to find some documents from this person, detailing the blueprints for those robots they had to fight. And now, another one of these amazing machines bear the name of this same person. What sort of genius might this person be?
"I can't put it into words properly," Caleb said regarding the journal, "But his style is somehow ringing a bell…"
"Can you pinpoint it?" I finally asked, quite anxious.
