Mark shuffled past the first few scientists in the row to find his seat. One of the seated men recoiled as Mark stepped on his foot.
"Sorry." Mark said, as surprised as the man on whose foot he had stepped.
He was in a stress induced fog. Both sure that this conference would end his career, and that it would be the most important moment in all of their lives... In hindsight probably.
He found his seat and sat down heavily. The normal hum of whispered conversations, a barely controlled undercurrent of...