She leads you down the hall. The names on the office doors are mostly the same, though there have been changes. Dr. Blankenship's old office is yours, now—appropriate, since the department hired you after he vanished near the end of last school year.
The door to Dr. Asenath Cohen's office is open, though the nameplate outside the door is blank. "Oh, yes," Dr. Ellison says. "We have a new hire, even newer than you. We lured her away from her previous institution. We were lucky to get her."
Behind the desk in Dr. Cohen's old office, Darcy Bozeman sorts through papers. Afternoon sunlight falls across her angular face. She's only gotten more striking in the intervening years.
While you gape at her, Dr. Ellison says, "Dr. Bozeman, I trust you remember Dr. .?"
A White woman with short, spiky blonde hair. She's wearing a maroon sports coat and a loosened tie.
Darcy looks up at you. A smile tugs at her lips. "Of course. I've missed you, Bomomsay Clestenrogo," she says, as if you're still best friends.
"It is always a pleasure to see my students reunited as colleagues," Dr. Ellison says.
Oh, No