Final Draft

He was typing on the computer as he heard the door to the study open.

“Welcome home! Busy day at the lab?”

“Ugh, you don't want to know. They want us to call it the Genetic Blight now. I think they have a list of names they're working through.”

She came to have a look over his shoulder.

“Looks almost done.”

“Yeah, thanks for your help on the predictive spread section. Just finishing this up and we can send it to Genetech, the Pan remnants, everyone who'll learn.”

“Sounds like something worth celebrating! I'll go put the kettle on.”

“Sure, I'll just finish up here.”

She kissed him on the cheek, then left. With a few more taps, the title page was finished.

“The Arcane Treatise: a primer to the magical world.

In memory of Professor Wilfred Richter”