Written by Sennebec "How did it go? Professor Syndic Mahoney set his coffee cup on the tan napkin beside his freshly emptied plate and discharged a discrete burp. Lordy Perfesser,…

Written by Ken Carman She sang softly as she dusted off the old phone booth that had been dismantled from its location in England and brought back to the office…

Written by Ken Carman The days had been growing progressively darker when they arrived that late autumn day at the Professor's doorstep. Time was short and growing shorter, this... everyone…