Wherever he was an idea hammered into his head, someone cloned him somewhere. Decided to resolve it, it was in his desk, at his computer screen a message sent by Resolveit specifically that point your mind to a way would carry him to the right solution.
The first step he took was an exactly copy of the problem, a cloned one, he used to write to his friend Isabelle, she was living abroad and would read it happily and motivated as she always did. To wrote his post was a really chronique of the day to day routine he was living by these days in Dreams' City, It was not a hard task but an extensive one, Drill was twelve hours writing that day.
Late in the evening he deducted that just one way would take him away from the cloned idea.