'I have to help Dr. Marshal, he told himself. If I stay near him, maybe I can finally figure out what he wanted to tell me.'
"All right, then you'd better go to the lab. They might need your help down there." Dr. Marshal pulled a small screwdriver from his pocket and got ready to take apart the Homunculus on the table piece by piece. "Go on. They're probably waiting for you."
"...."
"Shaan?" Dr. Marshal frowned when Shaan didn't move at all. "Why are you still here?"
Shaan scratched the back of his head, his expression stiff. "Dr. Marshal… after thinking about it, maybe I should help you instead. Chelsie and Nalira can assist the courier downstairs. They won't have any problem."
"Hmm…" Dr. Marshal paused and stroked his chin. "All right, if you don't mind."
Shaan's face lit up. "Great! So, what should I do?"
