On the other side of the Earth.
It was night time at the Princeton campus, only a few library rooms were still lit.
Inside a library room, Vera placed a stack of theses on the table. She found a particular line of calculations and spoke.
"… Line 11 on page 27, there's a problem with the formula."
She hadn't changed much over the past three years. The only difference was that her short ponytail had now reached her arm.
If she were wearing a long skirt, one might even mistake her for a real princess. Unfortunately, she often wore teenage-looking clothes, which made people mistake her for a high school visiting student…
"Oh Jesus… My God, you're even more strict than my PhD supervisor…" Molina rubbed her eyebags and grabbed a pen from the table. She stretched her back and stood up.
