Once Harker had taken the kids to school and his Dad had run off for another urgent 'client meeting', he decided to head for the Institute.
The vulture from the logo seemed to be beholding him with its large, unblinking eyes. Harker used to find it unnerving, but now he just found it annoying. This ceaseless watcher that loves to spectate on him as if waiting for his downfall.
But as he was about to get inside, he saw the figure of someone he didn't expect.
"Joan?" He called out.
Joan turned around. She was talking to someone, some scientist with large spectacles, freckles, and chapped lips that he seemed to like to pick on. Harker thought that he looked familiar….
And he froze when he saw his name on the ID card.
Henry Clerval.
But he looked nothing like the Henry Clerval that was Edmund Walton's right hand man. No, he was certain that Henry had blonde hair, and this one was a brunette.
