The older lady nods, her face weathered and solemn in the glowing light of the candle she carries, making her look much older to Presley when she push...s a woolen blanket into the girls hand and turns to leave, the glowing light of her candle fading as she turn down the hallway. Keep warm dear, good night. Her voice fades, leaving darkness behind. Presley shuffles back to the chair, stopping on the way and deciding instead to curl herself up against the window, the heavy woolen blanket pulled up. “Hans startete den Film, eine hübsche, blonde Frau mit Wuschellocken, Ende ihrer 30er war zu sehen. Jochen pfiff anerkennend durch die Zähne.„Das Wuschelchen hat ein nettes Ärschchen. Leider sieht man ihre Titten kaum.“„Warte mal ab, du wirst ihre Titten noch früh genug zu sehen bekommen.“Der Film ging weiter, es war zu sehen wie Hans in ihr Haus einstieg, die Zimmer sachte durchsuchte, ihr Telefon verwanzte und ein paar Kameras installierte. Dann war wieder der blonde Wuschel beim Duschen zu. Currently I’m sitting on an uncomfortable stool in the biology lab where my biology teacher is droning on about boring science crap that I really could care less about. I’m looking forward to not being in a classroom tomorrow. Combine that with it being my last class period of the day and twenty minutes till the bell, who could possibly pay attention to school?I look around. At the lab station to my right are my neighbors and best friends Lewis and Eric. Lewis lives two houses down and Eric. We're in the air for three hours already. How can our tanks be full? They should indicate more or less halfway. SHIT! I should have double checked with a dipstick."The magnitude of the problem hit me hard. If the tanks were running on empty, there was no solution. We couldn't fix this in the air."So now what?" I tried to keep my fear in check. I failed miserably."So we need to land now. While we have at least some gas left. Look out for any flat land that you can find. Or flat water for that.