4pm and a bit further. Research, try, repeat. Steps forth, steps back. But at least not running in circles. The lower a level of technology, the more unfamiliar, uncanny all surroundings feel. And the more dusty, rusted everything to come across seems to be. At the very end, maybe there's still an engineer in everything technical, and it always boils down to descending into an engine room to fix crucial problems. Steampunk moods under a chilling wind.