In the company hospital, in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania.
Sara was walking down the hallway with a coffee in her hand. She turned the corner and pushed open the heavy wooden door that led into her laboratory. The scent of chemicals and the hum of machinery filled the air as she stepped inside.
The lab was filled with bubbling beakers, intricate instruments, and the constant clattering of her colleagues working diligently on their experiments. She made her way to her own station, a cluttered desk piled high with notes, sketches, and half-finished projects.
As she set her coffee down, she began poring over the notes she had written about a particular drug.
It was penicillin.
For months, Sara had been dedicated to her research, trying to create a cure that is plaguing the world. She must do it fast because the deadline is near. She wanted this discovery to appear at the Chicago World's Fair this coming April.
