Squashed. His hair kept falling in his face, but that wasn't unusual. It was strange, however, to realize it was long enough to fall down to his w...ist. He opened his eyes and saw his hair was blonde and much nicer than his hair should be. Several cars had crashed and exploded after the gas tanks caught fire. Could another fire be responsible for what had happened to him? No. Someone was talking in his ear about a worldwide disaster. The voice said that over ninety percent of the. ”“Like what?” Nazka turned towards him, resting her cheek on the armrest of the couch as she waited for his reply.“Well, I have to pay off my heavy freight license, going to school to get the certs to fly this thing wasn’t cheap. Then there’s the cost of the insurance and permits so that I can actually get it out of the docks. Conventional fuel comes out of my pay depending on how much of it I use and how conservative my burns are, same goes for avoidable damage and general upkeep. Docking fees. He was also tall, straight, and in much better shape than me."Here," he said handing me the glass with Canadian Club Whiskey and Cola. I tasted it and found it to be not awfully strong. I had to work my way up to strong drinks and the older man called me wimp because of it. I didn't mind, since I wasn't trying to be macho. After all I was the mother of two. One of my kids was a son 12 and the other was a daughter 14."So how are the kids?" he asked. I spent the next hour talking about the kids. I climbed into the passenger seat and off we went, it was about a thirty minutes drive before we reached Toby apartment. We went up to the third floor and entered his apartment, on the couch was another guy that favored Tobie, he introduced me to him '... that's my brother Paul, Paul this is...tell him your name...' I answered '...I'm David...' Tobie continued '...David and I something to talk about so we want be bothering you we'll go into my room...' Paul smiled and said '...sure you do that,.