And Tom was somehow about to direct them about through his usual series of grunts and barks, helped at time by Allison, who also carried materials and sometimes sang from a makeshift stage to keep up their spirits. Lost Ones had even stepped forward to help him carry supplies from the creation machines, where they could plop in a glob of ink and turn a crank to spit out objects, for the project. He blamed Tom, whose focus on building his own hardware and mechanics shop had clearly been contagious. He even dared to step foot into the room where, by plugging in three power cells, chains would lift a version of The Ink Machine out from a vat of ink-although he had avoided doing that during this Cycle. He played some darts in the sizable break room. Henry found a broom and swept up and down the hallways, while playing soft jazz music on the radio. There was just something especially cozy about spending time up there, and all he could think was that Audrey had chosen to refurbish the first floor as a special surprise. Previously closed doors now opened to reveal extra closet space, shelves, and old cleaning supplies.
Long-existing cracks had closed in the walls, and the clanking sounds of ink going through pipes in the walls had quieted. Sketches of landscapes and various other doodles, which threatened to crowd the walls in the safehouse, found plenty of open space and room to shine along these walls-which, he had to admit, were improving over time. Henry had decided to personalize the whole first floor, since it was obvious that he was the only one who really visited this part of the studio with any regularity.
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