The Clocktower was admittedly a nice find. Not many people know about it simply because they fear missing it! Ives was safe from devious scientists trying to find him. 

And HR. Cant forget HR. Some how those insane folk are still kicking around being annoying and stupid and weird and stupid-  Clocktower yes. His clocktower. 

He made it way to the base of it, his padded moccasins barely making a sound against the cobblestones of the plaza he found himself in. The splintered wood of the door didn't provide much protection, if any except for the disguise bit. The best security was disguise and all that. 

If his lab looked properly abandoned on the ground, and not many people were willing to risk glancing into the void just to find a feature on the skyline, well, he thought himself pretty protected. Pretty protected, pretty properly protected directed. Directed bibected. bibected pipetted prevented privated. Good words. They sounded similar, perhaps there was a connection? I should look at that. He paused, wait, no I need to see if the words are real first. Can't make that mistake again. Where was his dictio- ah yes upstairs, in his clocktower. The one he was at the base of. Gotta get up there, then I can check my words, then I can find my yarn and another cork board and start looking at connections between them.

At Connections Between them? them could be dem, then it was the alphabet! Ives chuckled a bit, alphabet, alphabet alphabet.

Shuffling over to his lift thingy, he pulled the lever and watched as the counterweights fell from above, lifting the rickety wooden platform high into the top of the clocktower. Yes his clocktower. Even when people found it, they didn't like it. Something about the scattered surgical tables with dissected abominations rubbed them the wrong way. Yes he could see that (Obviously he could see that). They couldn't see why he had them there so they thought them pointless, He understood that at least. If they didn't need to be there then they shouldn't be there. People lacked vision of course. Well, most of them did. And honestly Ives didn't blame them! He was good like that. Cant blame people for things they don't know. Especially if they only have a couple eyes. He made his way over to the back wall of his clocktower where his dictionary sat in a bookshelf. Gotta find his words. Cant forget the words. They were good words, infact, he realized, most of them are real! Bibected isn't which was rather unfortunate. That could have been the clue to everything, but it wasn't because it was fake. Gotta watch out for the fake words after all, they are annoying and stupid and stupid and a-- hmm this could be an issue. Pipetted works in the past tense, but privated doesn't really work, yet he was sure that he had seen something about private being a verb recently, and if you could do it then you could have did it. which meant it should be a word yet it wasn't. Hmm. Lets table this for now, I need to work on other things. besides, when one word is fake and another not officially recognized by Webster's Third New International Dictionary, I mean, he snorted, its obviously not prophetic.