<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Ernest Glen Stevens</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Professor Stevens</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b949cc1-f3e3-4b2b-9453-c391a496997f_zps8c4edb79.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #80BF00">"How is this even possible? I thought the two of you were supposed to be the best the air force has to offer!"</span> Ernest exclaimed, gesturing towards Tom and Karra. <span style="color: #80BF00">"And how can you not have any clue where we are? This is absurd. This sort of thing hasn't happened in damn near a century, and you are telling me we have absolutely no contact with civilization--and yet here you have two people tied up and one dying or dead?"</span> Ernest did not move to stand, though he very much wanted to. He was bold in his words, but he was not stupid--if he stood up, the soldiers would likely take that as a threat and tie him up too. <br/><br/>But, if what Major Tom was telling him was true, it was likely they were somewhere with a much different culture. He let that thought settle before he felt excitement bloom in his chest. If they found a new culture--after all these years, he could document their way of life. He would be able to redeem himself once more in the educational world! He kept his mouth shut though, hiding his excitement and joy.</div>