[It doesn't take long to get upstairs with the elevators now in place, but once there, Walter has to find the baking soda inside his fridge or wherever he put it. His living room is his laboratory, two doors from three of the bedrooms taken off their hinges to expand the size. There is, however, a couch hidden in among the tables and beakers and other equipment and Walter motions to it.]
Take a seat. I just need to remember where I put it.
[He starts humming to himself, finger bouncing in the air as he tries to recall this place's organizational system]
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Take a seat. I just need to remember where I put it.
[He starts humming to himself, finger bouncing in the air as he tries to recall this place's organizational system]