Francis held his head in his hands. He didn't mean to kill Wolf, his hand hit the tree and his invention went off. In a brief moment of anger, Francis took his invention and threw it. Instantly realizing what he had done, he leapt off the building and caught it in midair before landing in a hay bale. He climbed back up the church and sighed. He thought about how he could apologize to Raven. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers in realization, and furiously scribbled in his sketchbook. The bells rang, and Francis hurried home as fast as he could, went into the basement, took out his blueprints, and got straight to work. It would take some time, but he could make it.