After having left the orphanage, Thames had quickly realized that he was, again, alone. At least, as much as one could be on the island. After all, he could still hear the other children talking to one another, becoming a whole group, discussing who would take charge. The amount of cohesion they had was bizarre. He always felt the other children being too obnoxious to be capable of team work. At least, not at the level of gears. Though, there was nothing to Thames that could match the intricacies of gears grinding against one another, the simply motion driving all sorts of different machinery, all the cogs working together to perform a single task, or perhaps multiple depending on their design with endless possibilities, unhindered by personal goals or ambitions, hopes, dreams, fear, politics, religion.

Thames thought to leave before anybody had caught him outside, though a part of him felt that the others didn't really care much for him. He didn't care- he didn't need them anyways. Then, just as luck would have it, he heard the fluttering of wings. Such a sound, wasn't uncommon. He was used to those who could fly, having lived with winged individuals at the orphanage. Thames looked upward to see a familiar face, and scowled.

"What do you want bird brain? Leave me alone. I don't have any bread today." He shooed Dodo away.