[b]An Hour and Maybe Twenty Minutes After Fritz's Death[/b]

Thames rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for your childish games." he scoffed, before putting his hands in his pockets and heading off. He paused for a moment, resisting the urge to turn back, before stepping off toward the island proper.

In spite of his time spent in the orphanage doing his research and tinkering, he had very little by way of actual resources, especially to reconstruct his caretakers. After several years, it was unknown as to whether or not they were even still there. As a child, he was forbidden from leaving the island. After all, it was dangerous to leave, though that was where his home was for more than half his life, not that his life was too long.

With his fellow orphans not liking him too much and with Mr. Fritz out of the way, there was nothing keeping him from leaving the island. Though, with all that was out there, it was far too dangerous. Thames could find himself killed. Though, it was also dangerous on the island. There was nothing keeping the other orphans from seeking out and killing him. He realized the world was unsafe.

Lucky for him, Thames had a unique power. Thames slept with his powers on, time slowed by a moment, allowing Thames to sleep for a bit longer and extend his life by a few moments. The distortion in time allowed him to slow down any night assailants- for the most part being mosquitos which he could trap in a time-bubble, giving him just enough time to smash them before returning to sleep.

[b]Two Days Following That Past Day[/b]

With no one to look out for him and no actual survival skills, Thames was forced to steal in order to survive. He was not a particularly good thief. It was true he had special abilities, though it would be far more useful had others too not had abilities of their own.

In other words, Thames was starving to death. He managed to steal himself a tart out of someone's home. It was small, but it was also his breakfast, keeping him alive at least until he could somehow manage to snatch himself another meal. It was midday, and there was commotion.

Thames had snuck around, avoiding a group of people marching, according to Thames's calculations, toward the orphanage. He tried to remain undetected, of course ready to stab whoever was around with a mechanical push-dagger he managed to jurry-rig out of his stop watch along with various bits of discarded metal he found while digging for food. While he followed them, Thames counted exactly how many were there, planning to discover their actual intent.