[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=CFC500]John Watts[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SKChSK9r/tumblr-pdvt5fd6o-U1rfunfg-540.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=CFC500]Location:[/color][/b] Serval Industries - R&D Lab 
[b][color=CFC500]Skills:[/color][/b] Perception [hr][/center]	[color=CFC500]"Yes, when doubting whether or not something is truly there, contact with a physical object is always a good method to proceed by,"[/color] Watts agreed. Of course, to him it seemed that Andrew was there and that he had caught the wrench, while Evelyn saw the reality of the situation - that the wrench had just harmlessly clattered to the floor. Andrew had reappeared elsewhere in the laboratory. It had become apparent to him that this was just a hallucination - perhaps triggered by overuse of the speed serum, stress, mental instability, or as Watts' subconscious appeared to believe... the work of "Regan Wyngarde." He supposed it would not be too much of a stretch for his hallucination to be right, as this "Andrew" was entirely inside of his own mind and Watts was [i]never[/i] wrong. 

	If his hallucination was telling him these things, then there was a decent chance that they were true. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as Wesley fell through the ceiling. [color=CFC500]"What the HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY LAB?!"[/color] he screamed. He grabbed the nearest thing to him - a small, cheap scientific calculator - and he threw it in rage at Wesley. The calculator hit his intended target in the head and Watts was seeing red. They were running out of time and one of the morons had to find a way to [i]fall through the ceiling[/i] of his beloved lab! He was surrounded by imbeciles - a vein in his forehead was throbbing slightly at the indignity of this situation. 

	[color=CFC500]"Nightingale, we have a few hours to meet our objective - we should go, now,"[/color] he then added in a strained voice to Evelyn.