<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: #FF8000">"What has happened?"</span> A feminine voice asked. Professor Stevens turned his head to regard the woman, giving a snort, <span style="color: #80BF00">"I'd think it obvious, madame. We have crashed."</span> His explanation was short and to the point, but he was just as baffled as the Latina woman in the next seat. How had they crashed? He had heard that Major Tom and Captain Micheals were some of the best pilots that ATFW had ever had...so what could have possibly happened? He unbuckled his seat belt in order to stand. He was slightly hunched over as his tall frame was too big for the small space. <br/><br/>He made his way over to a window to survey where they may have landed. <span style="color: #80BF00">"The wings are completely gone!"</span> he said in surprise, turning to look at the woman. She was quite striking, very beautiful. He shook the thoughts from his head as he looked back out the window. He had never seen such large plants and trees. Everything seemed far larger than usual, and some things he didn't even recognize. The scholar in him was excited of the prospect of discovery new plants, of learning about new things--but the average citizen in him was rather upset that he would miss dinner and not be able to tuck his children in that night. <br/><br/>He gave a small sigh and walked over to where the woman was sitting, offering his hand, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Might as well try to find the pilots..."</span></div>