Reed often stays in his lecture hall late into the night. Seemingly deciphering the problems of the universe. A lock of his brown hair falling onto his forehead. His suit jacket off and his tie loosened around his neck. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as his hand writes quickly. The only sound in the room is the chalk against the chalkboard and his occasional grunt of frustration.

He knows he should get back to the Baxter Building. The rest of the Fantastic four will be worried about him. But they are used to this by now. Ever since he became a professor at NYU and started teaching multiple science classes a day. He knows that if a threat were to arise, the team would be able to get ahold of him.