I put us back down on the road and drove home like a normal RV would do.On the way home, Jenny and I discussed the test and what we might do to allevi...te the air sickness. She suggested that we split the louver control system into two parts, one under the passengers and a second one under the rest of the RV. That sounded like a good idea, so I started working on that as soon as we got home.By using a CAD (computer aided design) program, I was able to work out what we needed. The problem was. ‘But, it’s still really early. We still have around an hour before Mr. Davis’s class,’ said Abby. ‘Well, darling. I want you to get there early, so that you will be the first one in class with Mr. Davis. At that time, no one will be there yet and you can tease him all you want,’ said Matt. Both of them got into the car and headed to the centre. Matt stopped his car at one of the traffic junction. While waiting at the traffic light, Matt looked to the seat beside him and saw Abby’s denim skirt. Shit! I was walking into the bowels of hell!One of the men gathered in the hall weighed about forty pounds less than the others, he was obviously not an American like the other five, and his demeanor seemed odd. He was pacing slowly in the hall as we approached and the others seemed to be keeping their distance from him.As we walked by the loner I caught a quick glimpse of his face. His eyes are what struck me first, they were dead and lifeless. He had a small scar on his chin and a cold aura. Then I'd been "cornered" in the Justice headquarters and an FBI team was being dispatched to "take me down." Then ... for a little while, nothing. The next thing they knew, warrants were being served on the two "victims" of this heinous "attack" for their arrests while they were, for Christ's sake, still in the hospital, and the "cornered assassin" was suddenly the man nobody wanted to talk about any more. All largely without official explanation.They hadn't known whether to shit or go blind.I.