I just came back from lunch when a co-worker scurried to my cubicle.
"White smoke," she said. "There's white smoke."
My feet had a mind of their own as I ran to the nearest television, absolutely transfixed. I remained glued to the news coverage, with the Latin names of who I thought were likely choices on a Post-it note in front of me (Georgium wasn't on the list). My pulse was racing. My stomach was in knots.