Sunday has come. A carriage halted at the front steps of the decorated Academy of Scientific Pursuits in Charlottenburg. Out came three men, dressed to the nines.
Dr. Franklin Storitz donned a simple gray fedora with a touch of a black feather on it. His glasses are in tip-top condition, the silver polished so much that it shines. He wore a romantic silver tailcoat with a black vest underneath, and a simple white bowtie. He looks dashing, but it is obvious that he had dressed more plainly than he usually does.