Lesson One - Fourth Years

[Richard Romain]

Richard sighed a little bit as he sank back down into his chair. It had been the entire summer since he had last sat down in this chair and it felt like years since he had just sat down. What with all of his frantic work to try and develop a cure for the disease, he had never had time to relax. No that wasn't true. He didn't allow himself the time to relax. Every death that occured while he 'relaxed' would have been on his conscience, he knew, even if it wasn't he fault.

He rested in his chair for now, content in the knowledge that the cure was getting closer and closer. Now he could ease off a little bit and teach as there was little he could do to help make the cure now. It was all beyond him now. But teaching the next generation? Ah that was never beyond him.