If Prof. Bedwen didn't come to the meeting, I would go to him. I didn't spend an all-nighter preparing all the work just to be ignored. Besides, it gave me an excuse to go to his home.
I'd already found where his home was when I was looking into the info about him. His house was walking distance from the university, so I went to his house, carefully navigating the slippery ice on the sidewalks. Thanks to the ice, the streets smelled nice, without the stench of rotten garbage we get in the summer. Every season has its benefits.
Prof. Bedwen lived in university housing. Those houses were temporary, so I was quite surprised that he hadn't found something more permanent yet. He could certainly afford it, at least according to the info I had collected on him.
When I knocked, a frazzled, but
