Well, the meeting was another disaster. Of course no one knew I was there but that's normal. I even know why unlike what everyone thinks. I get in my red pick up truck with a maple leaf on the hood and drive home. My forgetful polar bear pet sits next to. I wonder if there has been a breakthrough with that. I sure hope so, being forgot by one of the few people that can see me is rather annoying but as is the way of dementia.

While I drive home, I guess there is a few things that need explaining. I'm Canada but just call me Matthew, no need to be formal. Also, I am a secret scientist that no one knows about. I really do love science, experiments especially. Unfortunately, experiments can be quite dangerous, that is how I became only 20% visible. I had been working on this new machine to turn living creatures invisible when it malfunctioned and struck me instead. Luckily, it was only a partial success or else I would be completely see through and that simply can't happen. Of course, I have been working on something to undo the effects but results have been… Sketchy at best.

I arrive home. It's a small, isolated log cabin. At least, it is on the outside. Sure, the above ground floors are quite cozy and welcoming but what no one knows about is that there is a basement that sprawls under almost the entire national park I live in. Inside this basement, is the grandest laboratory in the world. NASA has nothing on me.

I hop out of the car and pick up Kumajiro, quickly reminding him that this is home since he had forgotten. I carry him in and put him on the comfy couch in the first floor living room, getting him a salmon quickly. Then, I grab my lab coat and glasses and go into my basement. After going through the proper steps to ensure no contamination, tie hair back, gloves and a quick misting of antibacterial spray, I first set out to the container for the dementia testing. Since dementia is the slow erosion of brain tissue, I had several samples set up to watch the reaction to different treatments. I look through the gathered results and sigh. Nothing seems to be creating the desired effect. Nothing that returns it to anything resembling normal. Most just cause more damage. Getting stem cells to do the proper things is a tricky process.

With that disappointment, I head over to the machine to reverse invisibility. I had managed to also get the mice to the same stay of visibility as me and now, after being safely behind the bulletproof glass, I entire the combination and press the button, watching as the beams strikes one of the mice. I also watch as the poor creature is disintegrated. I mark the test as unsuccessful and place the remains in a box with the purpose of burying it in my garden. I may be a scientist but I don't enjoy seeing things hurt. I'll be sure to give the rest of the mice an extra treat in this one's honor.

With that taken care of, I roll the machine back and give it a thorough look over. Once checking that there were no loose bolts, short circuits or any kind of malfunction, I come to the conclusion that it is the design that's flawed. I grab the blueprints for the machine and look them over. I had been working on the thought that since sight is really your eyes seeing light reflect off of things then manipulating light particles would be the way to go. The problem seems that the light particle generate too much heat and destroy whatever it hits.

I sigh and sit back, tucking my curl carefully behind my ear as I think. What am I missing? My mind goes back to the original incident that left me at my poor visibility state. Then, I had used pressurized particles that reflected back the original light and thus giving nothing for the eye to see. Actually, now that I think about, if I had used a gas to cause it, then it stands to reason that using a gas to reverse would be the best course of action.

I scrap the previous blueprints and start fresh. Since I am changing the method completely, there's no salvaging the previous machine. I'll keep it around just in case there's something else it can be recycled into. No point wasting perfectly good parts. I grab the blueprints to the invisibility machine and look them over. It's as good of a starting point as any. I set those blueprints to the side and grab fresh paper, beginning the designs.

After about two hours or so, I step back and look over my finished product. I smile in satisfaction. Now, I head over to my storage area and begin gathering the needed parts. I get a special shipment once a month of unused piece for various companies. Eliminates the need to go to the store which is always a disaster for me. If you think people don't move out of your way, imagine being mostly invisible. I gather what I need and separate them into the various aspects of the soon to be machine. I begin construct with vigor, loving the thought of my ideas coming to life. It seems like art sometimes.

I takes six hours until I decide to stop for the night and head upstairs and take off all my gear. I still need a shower but that can wait until I eat. I look at the couch and see Kumajiro gone. Oh no, he's taken to wandering. I look at the door and find it still firmly locked, same with the back. As long as he's still in the house, he'll come out when he smells food. I begin making my favorite food in the world, pancakes. Shortly after the first batch lands on the plate, Kuma appears, tugging at my pant leg. I drop a few on his plate next to the table and continue. After working that hard, that long, it's going to take at least five batches of six to fill me up.

Having finally finished cooking, I sit down with my mountain and drown them in maple syrup, digging in. I might appear small but that's only because of my frame. My appetite puts Alfred's to the test. After finishing all my pancakes and having a dessert of Red Velvet Pancakes, I trudge upstairs, heading for the shower. It takes a while to get all the pieces of grease and metal flake out of my hair. I'll have to go to the store to get my shampoo and conditioner tomorrow. Groan.

Having dried off and sliped on a pair of boxer, I crawl into bed and quickly fall asleep.

I don't think I've ever been so happy to escape to my laboratory. After having another meeting, where Ivan decide to sit on me, I had to go to the store, where I got bumped into and tripped the entire time and I scared about half the people there since my shopping cart was 'moving on it's own.' I really hope this is the proper direction on becoming visible again. Not being seen makes life so difficult. Of course, I go through the proper steps and check on the dementia experiments first. There seems to be some improvement in experiment sample C. Perhaps I'm on to something. I happily mark the results and then head over to my partially constructed machine. I dive right in and work with practiced precision. Progress is quickly being made and it makes my heart soar.

After about eight hours, I step back and look at the finished piece. It looks splendid. I smile proudly. Despite being tired, I give it a quick check to make sure everything is the way it should be. The circuits connected, bolts tightened and tubes sealed. Everything looks perfect. I wheel it to the testing area and set up a sample. I quickly enter the combination and, with a knock on wood and fingers crossed, press the button. At first, nothing happens. I feel a bit disappointed but continue to wait, knowing the first use can be a bit slow. After a minute or so, I notice a change. Not in the test mouse but in the chamber that contains the gas. It is a special combination of various chemicals known to increase visibility. I know it's not combustible, I tested it thoroughly.

I slowly and hesitantly approached the machine after having turned it off. I look closer at the gas. It looked like something was being revealed. I blink, convinced that I'm seeing things. I look again and it's still there. It looks almost like.. an art studio. Flashes of color and walls covered in paper. Nothing is clear though. I grab the controller to a mechanical arm and step back to a safe distance. I begin to guide the arm to the pressure valve, convinced that the gas was too pressurized. After hitting the button, the gas sprays out in a brilliant stream and then, it settles but not the way it was before. There, I see a man. He has long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and he's wearing a red, fleece shirt over a white, paint spattered undershirt. He has a scruffy appearance and his purple eyes are full of shock. He can see me.

Matt looked at his painting canvas in shock. The painting he had been making suddenly changed and seemed to come alive.