SELENE
The lecture hall was cold the next morning, someone had opened the windows and not closed them, and the October air was coming through.
I sat in my usual spot near the middle and pulled my jacket tighter. Around me students were settling in, pulling out notebooks, the usual pre-class shuffle. Professor Harlan was already at the front, arranging papers on his desk like he did before every single class.
He looked tired. I had noticed it for the past week. The way he looked tired in a way that sleep probably would not fix, like something was sitting on his mind and he could not quite put it down even when he was trying to teach.
He looked up and counted the room, then he sat on the edge of his desk instead of standing like he usually did.
"Today we are covering something I do not
