Finally disengaging himself from Dr. Levater and the whirlwind of doctors, researchers, and other upper echelon administrators that he had been introduced to and exchanged business cards and information with, Huan saw that not many people were left in the cocktail area, including Lynne. His date for the night was nowhere to be found. Confusion quickly melded with panic that something might be wrong and planned to turn in the direction of the restrooms, when a familiar voice called out to him. “Dr. Zhang, fancy running into you tonight.” Huan turned around to see Dr. Ulias, in an elegant burnt orange gown and silver jewelry, her curly blond locks had been tamed and fell in delicate waves over her shoulder. She was walking arm-in-arm with a taller olive-skinned, middle-aged woman with aubu

