Gemotions

The scent of brewing coffee usually greeted Marcus at the lab. But today, the air held only the stale, empty smell of inactivity. He strode towards Professor Anya Petrova's office, eager to show off the results of his recent experiment. The professor had spent countless hours with him, helping him perfect his technique and hone his theories. He had even dreamt of the day he could present his research.

The door to the professor's office was wide open. The bookshelves were bare, the desk completely cleared. His heart began to race. A single note, taped to the door, read: "Off to new adventures. Thank you for everything. - Anya." He grinned widely, his shoulders straightening. He turned on his heel, his feet practically gliding down the hall. He knew exactly what he would do: start fresh on the next experiment!