But before I could take a single step down into the flooded street, the relentless pelting of rain on my head suddenly stopped.
A shadow fell over me. I looked up, startled, to find a massive, black umbrella held firmly over my head. Standing beside me was the imposing, aristocratic figure of Dean Jonathan Bradley, the head of the university’s medical board. He was impeccably dressed in his full academic regalia, the purple velvet of his station rich and dry.
He stared down at me, his silver eyebrows drawn together in an expression of absolute, bewildered shock.
“Dr. Hensley?” Dean Bradley’s deep, resonant voice cut through the noise of the storm. “Why on earth are you standing out here in the freezing rain? The board of trustees has been frantically looking for you backstage for thirty minutes!”
