Professor Hadley is currently sweating his body mass in his mallorcan apartment. For the past 30 minutes, he has been unaided in helping set up a conference call to a new York University, fascinated in his studys in genetic disorders. Right here we go, he thinks to himself as he sits his thirty year old self down and is greeted by the faces of professors and students alike.
"ah professor, can you hear me" Clara, a recently employed teacher there. Her never sated curiousity provided an, annoying to say the least, nature about her.
He squirms impatiently before nodding, the only thing he has enough energy to do in this heat.
"well, shall we begin?"
For the next hours, despite separated by thousands of miles, they talk and discuss about various genetic and mental disorders. They discuss issues in treating them, Clara repeatedly questions any and all statements he makes, and to everyone's pleasant and unexpected tom, the ginger tortoise shell pops up and covers the computer screen in ginger cat hairs.
"thank you professor, that'll be all" Robert, the one who helped organise the call as well as the Professor's close friend signs off and the computer fades to black.
The mahogany door opens, one of the Professor's personal patients walks in, carrying a leather folder distinct to the one he brings in daily. "ah come on in keron, I was expecting you"
