He knelt to fish inside it, and then withdrew a wooden stick. It was a makeshift torch, one end wrapped tightly with a bundle of cloth. Next, he pulle...d out a vial of oil that he had wrapped in rags to prevent it from breaking during his journey. He upended it over the fabric, soaking it with the flammable substance. He struck his trusty pieces of flint together, and after a couple of attempts, he succeeded in creating a spark. The torch flared to life, burning brightly, and he raised it above. But I got kidnapped in my own home while I was out with MORFS. I'm not sure, but I think my parents might even be involved themselves." How can you think something like that? Are you parents that cruel? Did they beat you? Where do you live?" Bear asked inquisitively. "I know Washington DC a bit myself. I had a girlfriend there once."Grimacing, I answered, "Oh I lived in quite a big house with a very big lawn. Part of the house is even open to the public, you know. Oh, and it is painted. ‘What?’‘Bit warm. Can’t blame you for sitting out in your underwear, next time I might just join you.’She looked at me sideways as we crossed over a road. ‘Hmm,’ she said. Well, she hadn’t slapped me, that was a good sign. And was that a hint of pink in her cheek?12I couldn’t tell if he was joking when he made that comment. A jokey thing said in a serious way, and it made me wonder if he was just saying something daft to be friendly, or if he meant... something else. I actually hoped he meant. Everything else is fine, including the common re-entry burns." Unusual. Must've been something with the atmosphere," Keitaro suggests."So how are we going to get off this stinkin' planet?" Karina asks in a worried attitude.Keitaro, without speaking, goes to the main hull of the ship, and tugs at a lever. Once he pulls it twice in succession, pressurized air leaks out of the door-like hatch. This hatch, almost like a cargo door opens to reveal the pilot and co-pilot's seat, two passenger seats.