Ninety-five outside, probably a hundred in the car. Not great weather for polyester suits.
Skipper was unlucky to be in one right now but she was too busy being as focused as possible on this experiment.
She moved the dropper to the magically insulated crucible. She was so careful that she heard the steady rise and fall of her chest after each expiration.
"This one's got to work. It has to."
She couldn't even take a deep breath and hope for the best. It'll be a waste of hard-earned quiet time if she ruins the set-up with a single air bubble.
She pressed out exactly five drops and waited for something to happen.
One second... two seconds... three seconds... four seconds... she tried not to think negatively. She had been working her butt off for this.
"C'mon! Give me something! Anything!"
...five seconds.
