Calvin drummed his fingers on the lap bench, busy at work pouring over the abiogenesis theory. He was restless as ever, mind seemingly everywhere. Days ticked by too fast, and he foresaw a long evening following him after hours.

The lab was quiet, it irked Calvin. He usually had music playing to dampen the loudness of his thoughts. Yet putting a vinyl on felt like too much work.

“Damnit..” He murmured, shaking his head as his lead snapped.