The Airstream was the sort of travel trailer often seen in European and American films, with a rounded shape and an all-aluminum shell that gleamed silver in the sunlight like an oversized artillery shell casing.
This classic style of trailer had once been extremely popular in North America during the last century, and even now, plenty of food trucks converted from these trailers could still be seen along the roadside.
Nick had never seen Aunt Mary's Airstream before, as far as he could remember. It was a classic model, ten meters long, roughly two and a half meters wide, and nearly three meters tall.
Nick shone his flashlight over it. Judging by the condition of the body, it had to be getting on in years, with at least twenty years of use behind it, but it had been maintained quite well.
After running an extension cable out from the house to power the trailer, Nick opened the door and bowed to Dahlia, gesturing for her to enter.
The girl felt around near the entrance for quite a while before finding the light switch. Once she turned on the lights, the sight before them drew a soft "oh" from both of them at once.
"This is practically a medieval alchemist's workshop."
Nick felt Dahlia's description was very apt. Aside from a narrow wooden bed near the door, almost all the space inside the trailer was occupied by an abundance of furnishings unrelated to everyday living.
At the very center stood a walnut table that time had stained dark brown, its surface mottled with marks left by burns, cuts, and spilled medicinal liquids.
Beside it stood a slightly smaller workbench crowded with a wide variety of glassware. Beakers of various sizes, retorts, and stills packed its surface, and their colors varied as