I prefer my own clothes." You need to start wearing human clothes, Crius," Dennis explained."Why?" Crius grunted again without looking up. "Is the sky...going to fall if I don't? Are my Olympian 'masters' going to come and take me away again." Keep your voice down," Dennis warned him softly. "It's important that people don't know who we are." You mean what we are, don't you 'brother'?" Crius snarled in distaste."Yes," the director agreed. "We need to fit in."Crius stared at Dennis with cold eyes. Something usually not good.Then Leah suddenly thought that it might be about something a lot more important than selling concessions at a sportsball game. It might be about her tenure. This was her tenure year at the quaint southern high school in which she taught. Most school systems only took three years, hers took five. They were a nice school with some of the best test scores and well behaved schools.Leah had taught her first year in an inner city school and came home crying nearly every. ”“Let’s grab your luggage and head out. The drive back to my house, or should I say our house, is a couple of hours. It might take us longer with the weather,” she says. “By the way, please tell me you brought a jacket. It is December in Michigan…”“I didn’t even think about bringing a jacket!” I sigh looking down at my jeans and t-shirt. “I don’t even own a winter jacket.”“It’s okay, we can stop and pick one up,” she says with a smile. I grab my suitcase and follow Eve out. As soon as I step. That's what killed the barrel rotation. The bars that connect the motor with the plate snapped. The acid also got through the seal on the right foot pedal. The bolt holding the pedal in place snapped." I remembered that one," I groaned. "I got thrown forward when it snapped."Fred smiled. "Well, there were no casualties on our side, which is a good thing."Barbara had been watching some bowling but wandered over. "What is this talk about?" she asked.I shook my head. "How about introductions.