Wilson stared at the huge room he was in it was very warm, a bit stuffy yet it was nice. It was dark in there a few candles lighting at the edges of what seemed to appear a large body of water and if the small scientist looked closely at it he could see small tiny flower petals most likely roses. Light blue vases had been filled with lilies, camellias and lavender. The sweet smell seemed to ease the small scientist yet he had to be on his guard Maxwell could do anything since he was venerable. At this moment he was silent shivering still. He stared at the picture frames and chandelier above him admiring the sweet aroma around him.