The first step of the crafting process, when there's no inspiration to substitute it

The crafting process never started with the crafting itself, not even back when I still could rely on that strange power hidden inside of me.

Normally, there were two ways for me to start crafting—either by having a concrete idea of what I needed and at least a general idea of how to make it, or by doing my due research and then finding out something I thought I could abuse by bringing it beyond its current, traditional limits.

And right now, with my mind still partially occupied by the softness of Claire's lips and the warmth of her welcoming body, I didn't really have any ideas at all.

Any ideas save for what Claire hoped I would be able to craft—a crutch for herself, her father, and me to help us out in case our return to the modern world wouldn't be as easy as we hoped for it to be.