The little Atom Splitter locked in his room all alone, but for a green light and the sound of strange breathing. Deep precision, consistent, counted breath as a metronome tick, intense but not a soul allowed in.
Do not disturb big time, then utter silence his parents pushed and pushed at his door ? creak, crack, bang, the door opened. There sat in silence The Little Atom Splitter sat vacant his eyes glazed he was not at home save for a band of warmth upon his forehead. His heart nearly at dead rest where had he gone to the universe exclaimed his father, mother asked in alarming tones when will he be back father replied when he’s satisfied upon his trip to Venus father said he will be back on the hour make sure you have a warm blanket and a cup of tea ?.