Gemotions

The world was spinning. Or perhaps it was only the chair that swiveled so unpredictably. "Gone?" Emily repeated, her voice sounding thin and far away even to her own ears. Professor Thompson, her mentor, was relocating to a lab across the country. Emily felt a sudden chill, a deep cold that spread from her fingertips to her toes. She wanted to say something, anything, but the words were trapped, tangled in her throat. The lab, usually a sanctuary of knowledge and order, now seemed a strange and foreign place.