Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Owen quickly gauged their identities from their ages and appearances.

Smiling, he stepped forward to greet them, "Hey there, Mr. And Mrs. Cole, I'm Owen Reynolds, Roseanne's neighbor." Roseanne snapped back to the moment and promptly introduced everyone.

"...Dad, Mom, this is Mr. Reynolds. He lent me his lab."

Norris seemed to have an epiphany, "I had no idea Mr. Reynolds was so young, quite the achiever."

Madge was slightly surprised too, but recovering, she smiled, "Thank you for looking after our Anne these past days." "No worries at all, feel free to call me Owen or just Owen, really."

Just Owen?

Was he placing himself on the same level as Anne?

"Uh? This..." Norris noticed something in Owen' hand, a leather-bound item that seemed both like and unlike a book.

Owen explained, "This is a 'Desk Calendar Notebook' I borrowed from Mr. Martin over at Twilight Peak Academy's Physics Department."

Worried Norris might not catch on, he elaborated, "This 'Desk Calendar Notebook' is a tradition within the Physics Department at Twilight Peak Academy. Each professor hands it down to their most outstanding student of the session, based on the current trending research topics, to jot down notes whenever."

just notes, these students usually include their own analysis on trending topics and future research directions. The notebook is handed down each generation, typically every four years,

notes made by his students over the years, binding them annually, much like a regular desk

tried to minimize the jargon, opting for straightforward wording,

looked somewhat bewildered after

was as if he

did I make that

"That mentor you always talk about, wasn't his surname also

was surprised. "You

"Yes, yes, Warren!"

Cole, re you graduated from Twilight Peak Academy's Physics

a sheepish look, "Embarrassing, really. Mr. Martin's students are mostly on the research path, now essentially the big names in their respective fields, and here I am. well, not

accomplished..."

even kept a direct Ph.D. spot reserved

return to Pinehollow, to stay by his parents' side,

had never seen each

"How's Mr. Martin doing?"

"Fit