Their fists pounded feebly against the windows of the shuttle, and proved to be completely ineffective in breaking or even scratching the surface for ... possible escape. The pod began to hover several feet above the ground, its landing struts folding back inside their cubby. Even through the thickening fog, Julius could make out the tears streaming down his mother’s cheeks, and her final words to him - words she had said so many times to him over the years, but ones he would never hear again: “I. Neither would I, and neither would anyone in the class, too. Why don’t you try a possibly more valid experiment? Have everyone in the class take a blank sheet of paper and ask them to answer the questions anonymously, only marking down their sex. To make it go fast, everyone should refer to those questions on the screen as 1-a, b, c; 2-a, b. Like that. People should just write down their answers using a number or a few words. Then see the responses you get.”Mason thought for a few seconds and. There looked like there would be a bruise and probably a bump on her forehead. He had seen her fall broken by her hands- not well, but he was pretty sure she didn't suffer any kind of serious concussion. He shook her and she moaned- a good sign.He thought he saw her eyes flicker, but they stayed closed. He brought himself down close to her and started to examine the mark on her forehead.So concentrating on the injury, he failed to notice her arms move around him until they pulled him down on. I give him a full run down on what happened, and he promises to see it’s sorted from his end. I also pass on the name of the medic, and ask if he can see he gets a few good mentions toward his goal. John promises to see he’s put forward, but not until after I get a telling off about them not being called medics in the Marines, and I’m told they’re a Corpsman.I respond, “John, not having served as a Marine how the hell am I supposed to know that! I promise to try and do better next time, OK..