The lobby of the Klinisia Hotel.
Professor Fefferman handed his passport to the receptionist handling check-in, glanced toward the entrance, and casually asked a question.
"The security here seems a little unusual... Is there some other event here besides the International Congress of Mathematicians?"
"No, sir," the receptionist patiently explained, handing Professor Fefferman his passport after completing his registration. "The highest-profile conference within this thirty-day period is the International Congress of Mathematicians, which begins in two days. Throughout the conference, the Klinisia Hotel will provide services of the highest standard. We hope you enjoy the coming week."
"...I see. Thank you."
Putting away his passport, Professor Fefferman smiled and nodded to the receptionist, then walked toward Professor Deligne, who stood nearby repeatedly checking his watch.
"He really did come! I told you he wouldn't miss such an interesting conference!"
Professor Fefferman spoke excitedly, his face alight with an enthusiasm that belied his age. Like a spectator at a soccer match where the first goal had finally been scored in the last ten minutes, he cheerfully repeated what he had already said countless times along the way. "I wonder how far his research has progressed. I can't wait to find out!"
Professor Deligne looked expressionlessly at his old friend. He had been about to complain about how slowly Fefferman was moving, but instead sighed and said something else.
"Didn't you read the paper he posted on the official website?"
Fefferman said, "I did. Why?"
Deligne said, "Then why are you still asking that question? If he had any new results, you would certainly see them in that paper. If there weren't any, then there weren't any. I don't know what you're looking forward to."
Fefferman said, "Because my intuition tells me that his research results over the past year amount to