Marsha had been thinking, and rethinking and reevaluating that rethinking… and really it was just getting to be beyond ridiculous. Which meant that she needed to talk to someone about what she was thinking about. Really, there was only one person that could be since Professor Flamsteed was no longer here, and although she had known her previous CoMC Professor’s better than Professor Hernandez, she really liked him already.

Jogging her way down to his hut in the nice crisp January air helped to clear her thoughts and she gave a rap-a-tat-tat to the door as she usually did. It was relatively early on a Saturday morning, but she knew that the Professor would be up by now; no way Big Boss would let him sleep in and not feed him or walking him. Which, was another reason she needed to talk to the Professor. Waiting with a smile on her face, she thought about the hugs she would give the cuddly retriever when she saw him.