Yankee Stadium, The Bronx, New York, Wednesday Night

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Office Hours, Thursday

Steve's flight had gotten him into BWI with just enough time to drive back to the island, shower, change, grab a quick breakfast, and get up to the school for the scheduled start of his office hours. He wasn't complaining, though. Even if he hadn't been rebuilt to be able to function for substantially longer than two days on zero sleep, he was still riding the buzz from last night's victory, and he had strong coffee. Its effect might be purely psychological, but that had never stopped him from drinking it.

The door to Steve's office was open, and all was right with his world. Come bother him.