"Why are you here, Stewart?" Dr.Tigg asked. Stewart had a madman's look in his eyes as he flipped the book open in Dr. Tigg's desk.
"You did not come to your class, Dr. Tigg. I am curious as to why?" Stewart replied.
"You have the gall to ask me that young man. Can't you see, I am busy?" Dr. Tigg was writing on his blackboard some equations on matrices.
"I see. Martha already finds the solution to what you are working on. Maybe you should consider resting that old brain of yours and get it right for once."
"What are you suggesting?"
"Before I answer that, may I ask why you are so hellbent on finding an answer to your query on the 4th dimension?"
Dr. Tigg covered his face in shame. It's been sixty long years since he started having visions of it, and now, at his old age of seventy-eight, he was still obsessed with finding a solution for it.
