" Got it," Erin said, feeling deflated. "I guess writing people up is a bummer." Yeah, plus telling people to shut up during quiet hours and handling ...check out and all. It kind of just sucks. Why?" Our girl here is applying to be an RA!" Melissa Takizawa piped in, having skipped up to the the pair from across the classroom. Melissa was a chubby yet pretty girl of Japanese descent with a short bob hairstyle dyed electric blue. So you're pulling the whole second semester freshman RA thing?" Molly. Somewhere in the back of my brain I heard a bubble burst. We had one car a 1964 Ford Galaxy station wagon. I would run errands for my mother, and take anyone anywhere just to log a mile here or there. My big break came after six months when my dad finally gave me permission to take his car to our high school fall dance. I took my girl friend, Pat, and thought I was hot shit, even though it was just my parent’s station wagon. My world came to an end when we came out after the dance. Someone had. "He don't need it in jail."Cassie's eyes widened. "In where?"Ned could have smacked himself. "Long story. Let's just say he made a lotta bad decisions back in the ol' neighborhood."Cassie nodded, not knowing what else to say.Ned looked at her and interpreted her silence differently. "Eh, you don't wanna hear about my life." Who says I don't?"Ned didn't reply, which led Cassie to draw her own conclusions."Wait, this isn't about me, is it?" she asked in a pained voice."Huh?" Ned, I tried to. He stood listening for a long time, wondering what he should be doing next. When he heard something moving in the bushes not too far off, he elected to return to the capsule and its relative safety.He checked the supplies in the little compartment and sorted out just how long he could survive without outside help, maybe ten days. He categorized every foodstuff, placing each day’s ration onto a square on the improvised grid he drew in the lifeboat. He did find a hat and unscented hand cream,.