[spoiler]I do run? In my fuzzy flip flops and cotton robe after my hot oil massage?[/spoiler] Warming my hands with my coffee mug I watch the plane crash, unable to stop it. From the control center I begin giving commands. "Two teams! Team one extract plane crew. Team two investigate the crash. Hustle people! This is the night shift. We don't wholly know what all is out there till the sun comes up." Sits back down in a rather lavish swivel chair. "Await communications from possible survivors."