Vaughn and I stood inside DePuit Hall’s lobby. Not much more than an entrance that opened into the TV room, it wasn’t as nice as anyplace I’d been for a Stapledon weekend. The dark carpet in the TV room had to be at least ten years old, and might have been pushing twenty for all I knew.
We’d happened to run into each other—almost but not quite literally.
I’d walked down to buy something at the pop machine while he happened to walk around the corner. Since the row of snack machines happened to be just around the corner, I leaned down to pick up the can of pop as he dodged me.
I stood up, and we looked at each other.
Vaughn said, “Hey, how’s it going?”
“Pretty much okay. I’m kind of surprised to see you here.” Continue reading Intergalactic Sherlock: Part 1