Gemotions

Michael whistled as he walked down the bustling city street. He practically bounced on his toes; his new project was already showing signs of success. Professor Davies would be thrilled; he’d always championed Michael's unconventional methods. Today, he’d be presenting his progress.

Reaching the old university building, Michael sprinted up the familiar steps, his heart thumping with pleasant anticipation. The professor's office door was ajar, a sliver of darkness in the bright hallway.

He pushed it open, a smile blooming on his face, ready with his animated explanation. But the room was deserted, the shelves empty, and the air was thick with the scent of old wood. A small note rested on the desk – a curt farewell and a forwarding address. He chuckled, Davies always was a man of action.