“I’m in trouble! I’m being followed by someone… or something…” Professor Palmer blinked behind his glasses. A half eaten peanut butter sandwich lay on his desk with no plate beneath. Crumbs were everywhere. Kate waited, shifting her footing. She expected the professor to call security, but instead, he checked his watch, stood, collected his briefcase and coat, and said, “Finally. Follow me.” With one dramatic swipe, he flung his whole peanut butter sandwich into the garbage beside his desk.
