"Michael Quinn."
The two words entered her ears, and Nora Scott suddenly realized something.
Michael Quinn, the copy machine.
Nora took a sip of water and spoke in a deep voice, "The last time you went to see him..."
"I brought the drawings and showed them to him," Pedro Langley smoothed her hair and paused, "He said he'd send them over once finished. But can he really recreate them one-to-one?"
"Yes."
Nora was adamant.
But then she reconsidered, "Oh, maybe not. Anyway, he can when he's at his peak, but now..."
It was a somewhat sad situation, yet Pedro Langley felt a bit sympathetic for Michael Quinn.
— Even his closest childhood friend didn't completely trust his ability anymore.
"When will he finish the drawings?" Nora asked.
