Simon panted heavily as the ghost gave chase, leaving a small trail of water behind it, just barely visible in the moonlight. He glanced over to Richard, who was doing much the same, only slightly slower due to his pack. Richard shouted something at Simon, but the parapsychologist was too busy running for his life to listen. The ghost, or "drowned spirit", as Simon was more apt to call it, faded into thin air as the two scientists reached the Tower of London.
The night fell silent once more as the two huffed and puffed, the one with the pack more so than the one with the strange meter.
"We are NEVER," Richard said, panting, "Doing that," this time punching Simon lightly on the shoulder, "AGAIN."
"Agreed," puffed Simon.
A strange feeling passed over the two men as a slight breeze rippled by; almost as if they were being watched.
A loud, jarring scream echoed from the Tower of London (For reference, try something like Skull Kid's screaming from Majora's Mask), causing the scientists to clap their hands over their ears as their eardrums were nearly shredded by the oscillating noise. Simon and Richard turned and ran back to Oxford, screaming.
-{TIME PASSES}-
"You've got to be kidding me."
"We're sorry, Mr. Director, but suggesting this is a coincidential identical hallucination is stretching the laws of reality," Simon argued.
"There's no two ways about it! You two were clearly impaired at the time, so suggesting that this is science goes against every principle this university stands for!"
"But-" Richard tried to interject.
"But nothing! Your work is highly controversial and downright unscientific! You can consider yourselves dismissed from staff!"
And so, that was how, an hour later, Simon and Richard found themselves heading to Richard's workshop, lugging along anything from the university that was either theirs or valuable.
"We could do this kind of thing for a living," Simon said.
"Do what? Get kicked out of universities?"
"No, I mean investigate and catch supernatural entities."
"If that's true, then step 1 is to get some proper equipment."
"So, you're in?"
Richard sighed. "Yes…"
-{TIME PASSES}-
The two arrived at Richard's workshop, Richard rummaging in his pockets for the key. After what felt like hours, he found the key and opened the door for Simon.
Inside the small house, there was only one room, dominated by a workbench upon which were scattered numerous bits and pieces of machinery and clockwork. A double-sized bed sat in a loft accessed by ladder, covered with a small amount of dust as if the whole loft was forgotten.
Richard lifted the Faraday Pack off of the trolley he'd been moving it on. Lying it on its strapped side, he seized a crowbar from what would normally be a tool rack, except the tools were all scattered below the rack or on the floor, and he pried off the outer casing.
Simon exhaled in awe as he saw the complex-yet-simple generator inside. Richard gathered a few tools as he drew up some modifications and new equipment.
The generator was made up of a copper rod, attached to a flywheel on the thrower pump motor, in between a pair of rare-earth magnets. The magnet end of the generator was attached to the Beam Coil, where the high-voltage electricity produced would come out at a semi-controllable stream of lightning.
"Simon?" Richard said, holding up a rough design sketch so the parapsychologist could see it.
"Wrangling a ghost? With that?"
"It's better than the Mark I."
"If you say so…"
"I'll also draft up some other tools. In the meantime, you might want to grab a few Faraday cage suits. NOT from the gutter this time, OK?"
As Simon sighed and agreed, Richard turned back to his sketch, editing a few things, before grabbing a small pneumatic drill, pumping the pedal, and starting to work on the Mark I…
… Soon to become the Mark II.