Wilson, our history teacher, said I should try and get with you and ask you to help me with my history assignments...' I looked at Terrance rather qui...zically as he continued. '...Ms. Wilson says that you have an uncanny way to deal with your history assignments and that it would do me good if we could study together some times...' I thought about what he was saying and it had a sound of truth to it, before I could answer Terrance continued '...if you like I could walk home with you and ask. She just wanted to get away from that place. Nothing about it made sense to her, except for the part about faith and love, which to Michelle didn’t seem to be concepts that were in regular practice in that particular church. Or maybe it was the entire belief system in that religion, she thought to herself. As she drove to the stop sign at the corner a block away from the church, she said aloud, ‘Something about it just doesn’t feel right to me. Am I wrong for feeling this way?’ She looked up. As the shuttle approached the cube Mev used one of the Republic communicators he had to contact the shuttle and inform the pilot where he should go. As the shuttle approached the shield an opening formed allowing the shuttle to enter into a pocket in the shielding. Once fully inside this pocket the shielding closed and the shield pocket dissipated. This resulted in the shuttle now being inside the sh8ield and on the same side of the cube as the control tower. The shuttle came in for a landing. I heard mom jump into the bed just when my dad entered the bedroom. He asked. “Are you ok? I thought I heard you from the living room”. Mom didn’t say a word; she acted like she was sleeping. I felt dad get into bed, I was shaking underneath it. I didn’t know how I was going to get out of this situation. I heard him again, “honey, are you awake? I felt the bed move as shook her.” she acted like she was just waking up. What honey? Dad said, were you having a bad dream? I think I heard you from.