And then Jamie saw it. Not with eyes, but with imagination.
Jamie grabbed a pencil, found a napkin, and started to draw. Not a diagram. A story. A comic strip. A grumpy protein with tiny arms, flexing against a tide of salt. explanation of active transport
A tiny, shadowy figure appeared at the wall of the glass. A protein. But not a passive tunnel. This one had arms. It had a grumpy, determined face. It was a pump . And then Jamie saw it
“Correct. But what does that mean ?” Not a diagram
Then the weird thing happened. The room didn't change, but Jamie’s attention did. It was like those magic-eye posters from the dentist’s office—if you stared long enough, the hidden shape popped into focus.
Jamie hated this room. More specifically, Jamie hated the giant, sagittal-cut model of the human cell that loomed in the corner, its cross-section painted in garish primary colors. Today, Ms. Albright was scrawling a diagram on the whiteboard: a lopsided circle with a yellow dot in the middle.