Summer had arrived, and New York's temperature was steadily climbing. Soon it would be so hot that no one wanted to leave the house. Manhattan was full of impeccably dressed elites sweating profusely, while the suburbs were a little cooler. In the mornings and evenings, people pitched tents on the lawns and camped out.
Schiller had no interest in going out in the blazing heat. He had been staying indoors at Arkham Asylum for several days now. He got up, drank a cup of coffee, handled asylum business, read books, wrote papers, and so on. The days passed both quickly and slowly.
"We're filming the second season already???" Schiller looked at the invitation in surprise. "Didn't the first season only start airing a few days ago?"
"According to Mr. Stark, he originally wanted to film the entire season in one go, but no one could stay in Los Angeles for too long. Everyone had work to deal with, so they only took a short break..."
"Please, don't put me through that again." Schiller pressed a hand to his forehead. "Wasn't the first season chaotic enough?!"
"It was only chaotic for you." Ultron cut straight to the point. "If you didn't travel through time so often, this would have been a very relaxing vacation."
Schiller sighed, thought for a moment, and said, "There shouldn't be that much going on this time. I can finally have a peaceful vacation, right?"
"I'm afraid that will still be difficult, sir." Ultron expressed his disagreement. "I suggest you avoid appearing in public."
"Oh, right." Only then did Schiller remember that, after the first season aired, he had become wildly famous. The patients at Arkham Asylum had already taken turns asking him for autographs and photos once. Now they were preparing to ask for another round