”“I ‘d not be so sure of that.” I tried to end the conversation with my tone. When I was sure Hanna didn’t have anything more to say, I addr...essed Cat, “Can you find me something to eat? I’m starving.”She left with a nod. I drifted to one of the cabin walls to inspect the wood, which had caught my eye during my tour of the ship. It was different from what the ship’s decks and hull were made of. Instead of the old, red-colored wood making up the main parts of the ship, the walls were made of dark. I’ve barely scratched the surface of the history of the Aboriginals of Australia, but to understand that there is a civilization that has roots that can be traced back tens of thousands of years is totally awe inspiring. For them, creation is not something that happened, but something continuously ongoing. I’ve tried to speak with Victor about this, but he is mute on the subject.I said, previously, that I love history. This is just one example of why. Civilizations, how they have risen and. I seem to be in a fog this morning. I can't even remember my schedule for today." Just like mine, homeroom, then algebra, history and science, and then lunch. Don't worry your schedule is taped to the inside of your locker." Shit, my locker, I don't remember the combination, I thought, how am I going to get it opened."The bus pulled up in front of the school; it was smaller than I remembered. Joann and I went in. I followed her to her locker and watched as she opened it. I stood in front of the. Neither old man missed that fact. They might have been olderthan the surrounding hills, but they certainly weren't dead. "What do Ihave do?" Just sit there and relax." Namyllis put his hand on Adam's foreheadfor a moment. "This adjustment should only take a few minutes," headded as he removed his hand.Adam shook his head sending his blonde swirling about his head. He felta little light-headed."Who are you?" asked Namyllis."Adam Warner," replied Adam in a far more sensual tone of voice thanhe'd.