“The data was so confusing. I had to rewrite several chapters a number of times. And getting time with my supervisor was impossible!” “I’m impressed,” Ian said. Ether blinked back tears. “Thanks, Ian. That means a lot to me.” He fumbled for a handkerchief. “Sorry. I’m being too emotional. I still get flashbacks.” “Flashbacks?” “PDTS. Post-doctoral traumatic stress disorder.” “The hole?” Pixie”