The door had been one of the most welcome sights he could imagine.  He'd been anxious about the state of his lab, and Adam, for a while.

So it was with excitement and a small amount of dread that he opened the door.  Everything seemed to be the same.  He looked at his automatic calendar and saw that only a week had gone by.  Relief flooded through ( Read more... )

Essex leans back in his chair, staring blandly at the computer readouts. For a moment, he thought he'd had something. . . interesting. This was, he supposed, interesting, but not the way he'd hoped ( Read more... )