It didn’t take too long before she found herself in front of the clockwork thing-a-majig. It was still put together. She looked back, “Mr. Basilto...?”“Yes, Miss Dupree?”“How does the clockwork thing work?”“Why Miss Dupree, I believe it is all in the simple principles of physics and mechanics, and I see you are right by it, hold there a moment, and we’ll look at it together.” He had that ever-present smile in his heart and skip in his step, until he reached her and the contraption, which he. Then through a strange set of circumstances we became roommates with a couple of other guys in a four bedroom house, I was 19.One night our roommates went home for the weekend and we were alone, I had just crawled into bed when the door to my room opened and I saw the figure of a woman through the sheer dress material from the light in the hall. At first I thought some one was playing a joke on me but as I focused in on the girl I noticed familiar features of the figure, wide shoulders with a. I had her come with me while I got a ladder out. We climbed up on the roof and still no signal. It was then that I remembered my portable radio I had clipped to my belt. I switched to one of the Texas City repeaters and called for any station in town. A ham I knew named Ed came back to me asking how I was. I told him we were ok but my neighbor could not get through to her husband at the refinery. He then told me that they had a lot of damage there but he would try to get through to him. I gave. Using her knees, she managed to steady herself. Cami let go with one hand, reaching out to find some kind of handhold to let her body down a little until she could reach the gutters. If they weren't rotted out she should be able to let herself down from one of them.But finding a stable handhold was difficult. The roof was slick with rot and mold. Everything she tried grabbing on to crumble in her hand. She struggled, finally coming to the decision that she would have to pry some boards off one.