Lindsey Graham

And your shared fascination with electricity has bonded you.

but you watch his face as it tightens with tension.

I feel the city is assaulting my senses, and my mind won't stop whirling.

Well, maybe you should take a longer rest, you know?

You could go to the seaside.

Well, I can't rest.

Not until I solve this puzzle, but the final design eludes me.

I think you need to focus on your health, or you won't be around to finish the puzzle, or anything else.

But Tesla doesn't seem to be listening to a word you say, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

It is a beautiful evening sky.

The glow retreats, done is the day of toil, and yonder hastes new fields of life exploring.

You recognize this line of poetry from Goethe's Faust.

The German poet is Tesla's favorite.

And you're happy that for once it looks like your friend is at peace.

but then suddenly he lunges forward.

You move to catch him, afraid he may be fainting, but instead he grabs a wooden stick from the ground and begins drawing furiously in the dirt at your feet.

What are you doing?

His eyes are intently focused on the ground.

This, this is the design that's been filling my mind for the past weeks.

This is my motor here.