Rorschach was led into the textile factory night school by Pascal. "Teacher Pascal." The two people at the door saw their senior brother first, and were then pleasantly surprised to see Rorschach.
"Ah, how many times do I have to say it? Here, you call me Thor." Pascal also had Rorschach pick an alias. "Then just call me Heisenberg."
"Is that a place name?" the two asked, somewhat confused.
Pascal explained on Heisenberg's behalf. "He's an Empireist. It's normal."
Rorschach took in his surroundings. The arched ceiling inside the factory was high, its main structure supported by wooden beams. Rows of numerous looms stretched out until they disappeared into the darkness. Now that the factory had stopped for the day, the disconnected waterwheel spun idly outside the wall. He could faintly hear the waves of the Seine River.
