- — Ratos-a- De Academia

The rats went silent.

The monocled rat adjusted his eyewear. “I propose we gnaw the structural integrity of the Dean’s new Tesla .” RATOS-A- DE ACADEMIA -

“Excuse me,” Alba whispered. “Did you just grade my student’s paper?” The rats went silent

Alba smiled. She had never felt less alone. after the last student left

And every night, after the last student left, Alba would sit on the cold floor of Lecture Hall D, sharing a biscuit with a monocled rat, listening to him complain about the Oxford comma.

Alba froze. She knelt and peered into the dark crevice.