Dr. Ruby Lobe sat at her desk, buried in the work of the day. Her growling stomach had gotten so loud it was annoying her fellow researcher, Dr. Vivian Columbres liked to pace the floor of the lab as she labored, and she now shot Dr. Ruby a glimpse with every pass. This prompted Dr. Lobe to give in to a day-old tuna sandwich resting on the desk, biting through the musty dough. "M-m-m-m," she stated sarcastically.
A red light flashed on and off in the office outside the lab, urging Vivian to slip a card through a slot and open the door. She took a call with a clipboard in one hand, pencil in the other, and telephone between head and shoulder. She pressed an intercom button on the wall, and a speaker inside the lab squawked, "For Dr.Ruby."
Dr. Lobe brushed the crumbs from the corner of her
