<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;">Ernest listened to the conversation between Tom and Gleywine. He couldn't imagine having to live on such an awful planet, but clearly there was an entire civilization surviving and had been for many years. <br/><br/>Tom pulled him into the conversation, asking if he would be up to the challenge of following them out, maintaining speed, and being useful more or less. He gulped, pausing a moment to think. Was he terrified? Hell yes. But the prospect of documenting an entirely new society was overwhelming. <br/><br/>If anything, the professor was ambitious. He nodded, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Yes. I'll do whatever it takes..."</span> he stopped for a moment wondering about the Latina woman. <span style="color: #80BF00">"I am willing to do whatever it takes, but what of Ms. Lopez-Delgado?“</span></div>