Changes

Over several weeks, Hugh's high-altitude aspirations became insatiable.  He ached to get outside of the small room, and was sorely disappointed each night, at around 3am, when the students finally went home to their beds, leaving him behind. One night, however, things changed. Instead of going home, the students of the rockets team began carrying their gear outside of the room, talking excitedly about some grand event that was to happen the next day. To his surprise, Hugh himself was transported out in the hallway, and plopped down next to a large rocket.  In a flurry, the team whisked Hugh, with all of the gear, into the elevator and into the basement.

Over several weeks, Hugh's high-altitude aspirations became insatiable.  He ached to get outside of the small room, and was sorely disappointed each night, at around 3am, when the students finally went home to their beds, leaving him behind. One night, however, things changed. Instead of going home, the students of the rockets team began carrying their gear outside of the room, talking excitedly about some grand event that was to happen the next day. To his surprise, Hugh himself was transported out in the hallway, and plopped down next to a large rocket.  In a flurry, the team whisked Hugh, with all of the gear, into the elevator and into the basement.

Now, Hugh had watched his share of cheap horror films (usually while the students were at school, he'd sit on the keyboard and absorb Netflix from the computer), and he began to be worried about his relative helplessness in the situation.  The students were transporting him, along with explosives and lots of tools, down a long dark hallway in the basement.  They hurried through a pair of double doors and out onto a concrete block, lit orange by streetlights. Hugh's heart was beating fast now, certain that some dodgy business was about to go down, and concerned by his role in it. He was dropped on the edge of the concrete block.  Peering over, he saw a 4 foot drop below him, and quickly shuffled back from the edge. Having just saved himself from imminent death by height, Hugh glanced up to see, to his horror, a huge black metal box with angry red lights advancing slowly towards him.  A pipe poured steam from it's face and it growled hungrily.  Hugh squeezed his eyes shut and tried to hide under his hat, waiting for the inevitable end.

Now, Hugh had watched his share of cheap horror films (usually while the students were at school, he'd sit on the keyboard and absorb Netflix from the computer), and he began to be worried about his relative helplessness in the situation.  The students were transporting him, along with explosives and lots of tools, down a long dark hallway in the basement.  They hurried through a pair of double doors and out onto a concrete block, lit orange by streetlights. Hugh's heart was beating fast now, certain that some dodgy business was about to go down, and concerned by his role in it. He was dropped on the edge of the concrete block.  Peering over, he saw a 4 foot drop below him, and quickly shuffled back from the edge. Having just saved himself from imminent death by falling, Hugh glanced up to see, to his horror, a huge black metal box with angry red lights advancing slowly towards him.  A pipe poured steam from it's face and it growled hungrily.  Hugh squeezed his eyes shut and tried to hide under his hat, waiting for the inevitable end.

...which didn't come.   

...which didn't come.