The arcane mechanic within Harold marks him as a smudge on a gradually rising, gradually falling backdrop landscape that sits in contrast with smoggy London. The lowland sits in bold against the industrial sky, forming a black and white flow that registers as flowing energy in the freshly daguerrotyped shot (a fantasy dageurrotype made in black and white) formed on December 7, 1880. The rolling hills that flowered in the rest of Europe left this traveler's feet with more than just a few calluses, black socks tucked into walking shoes. The bursts of fire (from the foundry) that greeted him in his almost decade-long stay in London touched his memory even now as he stood like a flaneur on a balcony, having rented an apartment in the dockside counties. This day is when Harold began training with pistols, being inspired by the flintlock whose sandalwood grip faced toward the temple where he met his friends.

The temple, of the doric order, caught his attention when he used his compass, comparing the facing of the needle to the angularity of the shadows, an art that he found immensely calming between jobs as a freelancer. He met the man Emery S. Aubin here who became his employer and mentor in the interest of becoming a paragon crackshot. Ever annoyed by having to reload between targets, he invested in using a foil so that he could drop the pistol and take care of targets in a flurry of blows. The Thames reminded him of the quays by the Seine, where he acquired his favorite painting, Starry Starry Night, and it motivated him to catch up on French novels big on noir and Venetian blinds, the smoke rising in his potential future but roping him back into a bolder movement, steampunk. Occasionally he writes riddles that he plugs into the analytical engine which allow him to focus his attentions. He also uses it as a type of notepad that he uses to recall which factories are in need of labor, having undergone some contracting work for the government in creating slots for guns in motorcycles, not to mention currently working on prototypes for automobiles a la competition with Ford. The British needed their iron and much of it came from Scotland which was carted into the city just as some workers were hammering away on the latest vials of potion said to be potent aphrodesiacs. These would be made more economical and designed to be safe while driving.