I threw myself into the work and Matt did too. Neither of us spoke. Occasionally I would look up, believing I’d felt his eyes on me, but he’d be w...rking away, his head bent and his eyes downcast. I kept reminding myself that at least he’d shown up. And he couldn’t ignore me forever, not when I stood a few feet away. Yet my anger built and built as the hours slipped past and Matt remained silent. He was the one who’d done something wrong. He was the one who should apologize. I wasn’t going to be. Once again, it was Ms. Fraser who partly made all this possible. After all, I also had to work, to pay for everything. Even if it was possible to do some work with my laptop while sitting in on the courses that required attendance without thinking, I still had my real work at home.Of course all that meant that we had no real social life with the other students, but we both were quite happy with that. When we compared notes, we both found out that several of our fellow students seemed quite. His sandy hair was short and neatly combed. He wore a torquoise knit shirt and some nicely faded jeans. His loafers were recently polished and looked new. He looked around the room and then picked the desk immediately in front of hers. He gave her a shy smile and opened his book. The first class went nicely. They spent some time getting to know one another, sharing names and their reason for taking the class. Everybody was interested in the class except the two girls in the back, who were. But we also were loaded down with cameras, communications gear, and medical supplies that Dr. Montoya had brought back from San Antonio. Despite our panic-dive into the waters of the bay, none of us had dropped our equipment.Our ship was in the middle of the wide inner harbor, at least 200 yards from our position."Call the ship with the walkie-talkie," I said. "Let them know we're pinned down." No," Dr. Montoya said. "If they've got our people, they've got their equipment, too. They could.