You'd recently transferred to a Washington museum as a renowned paleontologist. You had discovered one of the biggest advances in the science recently: Therizinosaurus bones. But you hadn't yet met this doctor who was supposed to be your lab partner.

You were walking purposefully through the museum towards the staff only stairs when you slammed into somebody going in the opposite direction. He dropped his keyboard, adjusting his hexagonal glasses and brushing a hand over his short-cut brown hair. "Sorry!" He apologised, panicked and fumbling.

This must be Dr. Henry Loomis. Exactly the way he was described to you.