Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. Thomas, his usually stoic face flushed crimson, reread the professor's goodbye email. He wanted to scream. All that work, all the sacrifices – to be abandoned just like that? Abandoned for more money? He felt a sudden, fierce urge to break something.

He walked to the lab and grabbed a sledgehammer.

He found himself standing outside Professor Davies' office. Thomas had a strange fascination with Davies' computer password -- he'd always been curious about Davies' research. He knew Davies' birthday, his wife's name. It was quite simple, really.