He snapped his fingers. A massive piston appeared, connected to a cylinder containing a single, shimmering gas molecule.

She was standing on an infinite checkerboard floor. Black and white tiles stretched in all directions, vanishing into a fog that hummed with a low, steady frequency. The air smelled of ozone and old paper.

"Professor Atkins?" she whispered.

w = - (1)(8.314)(300) ln(10)

She blinked.