Rich Space

Bernard turned off his jackhammer and wiped his brow. It was extremely hot in the garage. The massive asteroid in front of him was made up of iron and gold. Bernard could hear his associates' jackhammers echoing from all over the asteroid. He turned towards the main station and looked at the clock. Before he could do anything the familiar ring echoed through the large chamber. The intercom blasted out the voice of their boss, Ricardo.

"Hello everyone aboard the Zues station, we have had a great day. We are actually beating the Apollo station by almost two days worth of busting. It's quitting time and y'all have earned yourselves a three day vacation. That's right, a whole three days. Enjoy your free Friday." Ricardo said with excitement in his voice, which changed when he came back on, "Oh, um, Bernard please come to my office."

Without a word Bernard put his equipment away and headed to the locker room. Once inside he took off his jumpsuit and changed into his blue jeans and plain white tee-shirt. He started his long walk to the boss's office. His white shoes silently took him towards the locker room door, but was cut off by a coworker.

"Hey man, you find another prize?" Calvin asked, still in his white jumpsuit.

"No, not this week." Bernard replied.

"Then what's up?" Calvin asked with a quizzical look.

"No idea, buddy," Bernard said as he sidestepped Calvin and headed towards the door, "But I will let you know."

Out in the hallway Bernard picked up his pace. The boss's office was on the other side of the station. As he walked, many of the people made small talk. All of them wanting to know if he found another large deposit on the asteroid. He always responded with "Nope, not this time." and walked away.

Bernard turned down another hallway and wafting in the air was the smell of cooking. He recognized the smell. Jeffery, the head chef, was cooking his famous fried chicken. Bernard's stomach started to growl, but he knew he had to wait to eat. He continued to follow the black line on the floor that showed new people how to get to the administration offices. Bernard no longer needed it, but the different colored lines on the floor helped him when he first got to the station.

The rest of his journey was uninterrupted. He got to the office, talked with the assistant as he passed by towards the door. The door was, probably, the only wooden door on the entire space station. Bernard knocked and after hearing a muffled sound he opened the thick cherry wood door. The room did not fit the decor of the rest of the station. It had wooden walls, a chandelier and a large rug that sat under the huge cherry wood desk and cherry wood chairs. Ricardo motioned for Bernard to enter.

"How are you doing, boss?" Bernard asked as he took a seat in the large, and uncomfortable, chair.

"Well, … I have bad news and good news. Which do you want first?" Ricardo slightly swiveled to his right and pulled a piece of paper off the printer.

"Um … I guess the bad news."

"You are a suspect in the explosion that occurred on the Pegasus station …"

"What?"

"The IPA is on their way to pick you up." Ricardo finished while handing Bernard the copy of the arrest warrant.

"This is ridiculous! I was here when that happened," Bernard started, "Why do they think it was me?"

"Apparently they have evidence. I don't know what, but you know how the IPA works." Ricardo stated.

"When are they going to be here?" Bernard asked, sweat starting to roll down his face.

"Monday, around 0600."

"Damn it!" Bernard cried.

"Do you want the good news?" Ricardo asked with a smile.

"Not really, but go ahead." Bernard said while staring at the floor.

"The good news is that you are the reason for the three day weekend. You are getting a nice bonus this month." Ricardo stated as he gave Bernard another piece of paper.

"Great, I can pay for an attorney." Bernard sighed.

"And you are getting an award on Sunday in the procurement chamber," Ricardo told him, "And you get three days to relax before they come to pick you up."

"But I am still going to jail."

"You don't know that, Bernie." Ricardo tried to comfort him.

"Yeah, like you said, I know how the cops work." Bernard practically spit out as he stood.

"All I can say, Bernie, is enjoy your weekend." Ricardo said with a blank face.

"Yeah, I will try." Bernard responded.

Bernard opened the heavy office door, said goodbye to the assistant and walked out into the metallic hallway. The silver walls, ceiling and floor all seemed darker as he walked. The several colored lines just blurred together as tears welled up in his eyes. He was on the brink of crying so he stopped walking. A few minutes passed by, tears spilling out of his eyes, before noticing the window to his right.

The window reflected his face and he stared into his own eyes. The tears stopped coming. As the tears dried up a heat started to rise in his chest. The boundless void that stretched out in front of him seemed to help with the rising anger. He started thinking about how he was going to go from a small room to a small cell. His freedom would be gone for something he didn't do.

"No!" He whispered to himself before focusing on his own eyes again.

Bernard narrowed his eyes and turned to his left. He started to walk swiftly towards the cafeteria. While he walked he thought of what his options were, which was different than usual. He always daydreamed about the great meal he was going to have, but Jeffrey's fried chicken wasn't enough to grab his attention.

The cafeteria was massive, much like everything else on the station, except the living quarters. Bernard kept his pace to the queue. He didn't see Jeffery wave at him, or Calvin. He just stood behind a short plump brunette woman from HR and went over his options in his head. He figured he couldn't run. He was stuck on this space station just like everyone else. He couldn't fight because the IPA's cops were always armed. They were armed better than some country's military. He figured he would have to use his savings, a whopping 9 thousand dollars, to get the best lawyer he could afford.

The line moved up and he followed. He kept going over how he was even a suspect. The explosion that killed 14 people, 8 of which were children, happened in April. Bernard had been on the Zues station since January. He had never even been to the Pegasus station.

The line moved up again, but he was lost in his thoughts. The line continued to move forward, but he was still going over his situation. Someone tapped him on his shoulder and he snapped at them with a hateful "What?". The person Bernard recognized from the garage just pointed to the large gap in the line. Without a word Bernard moved up.

Once to the front he grabbed his tray and proceeded to absent-mindedly grab the different foods on hemp plates and bowls. By the time he reached where you picked out your protein his tray was overflowing with hemp. As he approached the end of the line Jeffery came out of the back. The first few times Jeffery called his name Bernard did nothing. It took him standing in Bernard's way to get his attention.

"You find another deposit? I heard Rick call you to his office." Jeffery said with his joyful smile.

"What? Oh, no, it was bad news," Bernard replied, "I will tell you later."

"Okay. Go eat your dinner and I will be over there in a few, so we can discuss how we are going to celebrate y'alls three day weekend." Jeffery said as he clasped a hand on Bernard's shoulder with a sympathetic look.

"Yeah." Bernard spoke at no one in particular as he walked away.

Bernard walked away slowly. He blindly made his way to where he always sat. Calvin was already there, halfway through his food. He looked up when Bernard got closer, but Bernard didn't hear his greeting. Calvin tried several times to get his attention; to no avail. After stuffing his face with the delicious chicken he finally registered Calvin sitting across from him.

"Hey Cal." Bernard said after swallowing.

"He speaks!" Calvin cried out with a grin.

"Sorry, just a lot on my mind." Bernard explained.

"What happened?" Calvin asked before throwing the rest of a roll in his mouth.

"The IPA is coming for me." Bernard sighed.

"Beers are coming to get you?" Calvin laughed.

"I am not in the mood. You know I mean the Interplanetary Police Association." Bernard responded.

"Just trying to get you to smile, buddy," Calvin said with a mouthful of mashed potatoes, "When are they going to be here?"

"Monday morning."

"Wow, they must really want you," Calvin replied, "What did you do?"

"I am accused of …"

"Hey guys," Jeffery interrupted, "So what's the bad news, Bern?"

"I was about to tell Cal. I am being accused of that terrorist attack on the Pegasus." Bernard told his friends.

Both of Bernard's friends looked at each other, mouths agape. Both turned back to Bernard and, unintentionally, say in unison, "But you were here when that happened."

"I know. That's what I said." Bernard said as his eyes started to well up again.

"What are you going to do?" Calvin asked before Jeffery, who just nodded his head.

"I want a lawyer, but I can't afford one. I only have around 9 thousand dollars in my savings. Maybe another thousand in my checking."

"How much does a lawyer cost?" Jeffery asked before Calvin, who mimicked the nodding.

"More than 10 grand." Bernard said exasperated.

"I can loan you some money." Calvin offered.

"Yeah, so can I," Jeffery followed.

"No offense, but a few more thousands won't help," Bernard uttered before taking a large bite out of his chicken.

"Is it good?" Jeffrey asked.

"Delicious." Bernard said with a mouthful.

The three men sat and talked about possible options as two of them ate. Bernard agreed to take the loan from both of his friends. He now had 15 thousand dollars, but knew it still wasn't enough. After discussing the loans the three friends started discussing their plans for the three day weekend. They had decided to make it the best weekend Bernard had ever had to send him off in style. At least that is what they hoped to do.

That night Bernard, Calvin and Jeffery got wasted. It started out as a fun night. They invited some women back to Bernard's and played strip poker and a few different drinking games. It eventually turned south when one of the women, Janice, asked if Bernard wanted to hang out the following weekend. Everything seemed to change in an instant.

Bernard went silent and stared out the small window. This time the void pulled the tears out of him instead of drying them with anger. Janice was concerned, but Jeffery announced the night was over and escorted the women to the door. Each of the women said their goodbyes and said they were interested in doing it again. The door closed behind the women and Jeffery turned towards his hurting friend.

"This will work out," Jeffery slurred, "I know it will."

Bernard cried for a while, but his friends tried everything to cheer him up. Once they realized he had fallen down the rabbit hole of depression they tried talking Bernard into going to sleep. They actually succeeded and said goodnight to their friend.

Bernard woke up startled. He looked around and he was no longer in his small silver room. Now he was laying on the floor in a hallway. He was no longer on the Zues station. The floors did not have the familiar colored lines. Instead the floors were a solid white. The walls were white and so was the ceiling.

Bernard noticed a window and got to his feet. He looked out and realized where he was; the Pegasus. He could see a large portion of the station and saw a winged horse in black on the station. He wondered to himself how he got there while walking down the corridor. When Bernard reached the end of the hall he entered a large room full of people.

The people were in different groups, talking, and none noticed him enter. Bernard made his way around the outskirts of the room when a television caught his attention. The date couldn't be true. It was saying it was mid April. How was he here? He didn't know.

The intercom system crackled to life and announced that Bernard was on level 7 and in common area B. All of a sudden everyone in the room stood, in unison. When they all turned towards him they were faceless. Soon several doors that Bernard had not seen opened and armed faceless men started marching through.

Bernard quickly ran through a door before the faceless men started firing at him. He ran as quick as he could, but after turning down another hallway more faceless armed men appeared. Thinking fast Bernard leaped backwards and then rolled into the original hall. He got to his feet and bolted for the door at the end.

When the door opened an odd humming permeated the new room. Bernard was hit with multiple lethal beams and fell to the floor. While he was bleeding out there was a huge explosion not that far from him. As he started to be pulled towards the now gaping hole in the side of the station he began screaming, "No, I didn't do it. Please, I didn't do it".

Bernard was shaken awake. He looked around and saw the concerned faces of his two friends and another, unknown, face. He was deaf to their words as he rolled over and sat at the edge of his bed. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes and looked from face to face. Jeffery handed him a cup of coffee once he registered his presence. He took a sip as the unknown face introduced itself.

"Hey Bernard, how are you feeling?" The unknown person started, "I am Sandra Jackson, and I am one of the psychiatrists on the station. Your friends are worried about you and asked me to talk with you. Would you be interested in that, Bernard?"

"No, not really." Bernard coughed.

"Come on, Bern," Calvin Interjected, "You need to get this off your chest."

"Yeah," Jeffery said, "You just had a really bad nightmare. We could hear you from out in the hallway.

"I was on the Pegasus," Bernard explained, "No one had faces, I was shot and then the explosion happened."

"That sounds intense," Sandra said, "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"Why? So you can tell me what I already know," Bernard replied after another, longer, sip of coffee, "Being on the Pegasus represents being accused of this in the first place, the faceless are the victims of the explosion, getting shot is probably the fear I feel about this whole thing and being sucked out into space is being trapped in this situation.

"You are the one that caused the explosion on the Pegasus?" Sandra asked, "I had family on that station you son of a …"

"Cool it down, Doc," Jeffery said as he pulled her back, "Bern was here when it happened. He is being framed."

After putting the psychiatrist out of the room the three guys talked about what they were going to do that day. Calvin wanted a repeat of last night, but that was quickly vetoed. Jeffery wanted to exercise and hit up the small club on the station to go dancing with some ladies. Bernard just wanted to sleep.

They decided to do a bit of all three. Bernard would go back to sleep for a few hours, Jeffery and Calvin would wake him up around noon to go exercise and then they would go to the club and drink, while dancing with some ladies. With their day planned out Bernard returned to the sheets of his bed and his friends left his room. He hoped that the nightmare would not return. But he was quickly back on the Pegasus.

The rest of the day Bernard was in a bad mood. When they went to exercise he just watched. When his friends tried to join a friendly pick up game Bernard said "No" and just sat there. Instead of playing without him they decided to go to the pool area. After he refused to get in Calvin and Jeffery just threw him in the deep end. His friends were determined to cheer him up. Bernard, however, was determined to sulk.

After failing to get Bernard to exercise, in any way, the group decided to go get ready for the club. They all went to their respective living quarters to shower and change. It took Calvin and Jeffery less than thirty minutes to get ready and head to Bernard's. Once they met up outside his door they heard crying.

Calvin and Jeffery had to basically pry the door open. Once inside they found Bernard crying, doubled over, with an empty bottle of booze laying next to him. He was clearly spiraling and they were concerned. They both sat next to him and tried to get his attention.

"I am done, guys." Bernard sobbed.

"No you are not," Calvin said, "You are innocent and that will come out."

"Yeah, Bern, you will be back before you know it." Jeffery agreed.

"Iamdone. Iamdone," Bernard slurred together while still sobbing, "Iwon'tsurviveprison"

"Yes you will, Bernie," Calvin assured him, "You won't even be there for very long."

"Why do you think that?" Bernard asked clearly after sitting up, "I am a miner, not a millionaire. I am going to get railroaded by the system. Especially since I am accused of a terrorist attack."

"But you have truth on your side." Jeffery interjected.

"Since when did the truth matter?" Bernard spat, "Can you, please, just leave me be today? I need to get this out."

"Okay, Bern," Jeffery replied, "We will leave, but tomorrow we are partying whether you like it or not!"

"Okay." Bernard said with a forced smile.

The rest of the day Bernard drank and cried, cried and drank. He finally passed out around 1800. When he woke up Sunday morning he felt better. His sleep was peaceful and restorative. He did have a hangover, but the last few gulps helped him fight off the worst part. Now he just sat in his recliner, rubbing his temples.

Once 0700 rolled around he got up, took a long hot shower, dressed and headed off for the cafeteria. He was starving after all. There were very few people up this early so the cafeteria was quiet. He grabbed his tray and started grabbing some food. By the time he was done his plate was covered with fruits, eggs, sausage, bacon and a delectable hashbrown.

He sat in the corner and started consuming his food. It did not take long for him to finish. He just sat there, enjoying the full feeling, thinking about what his friends had planned. After a few minutes he discarded his hemp pile and started walking back to his living quarters. On his way he passed Janice on her way to the cafeteria. They made plans to hangout later that night.

When he got to his quarters he lazily flipped his wrist in front of the sensor for the lights. He was quickly taken aback when he saw a few of his friends and a large banner with the word 'CONGRATULATIONS' emblazoned on it. He smiled, but then frowned.

"You're congratulating me on going to prison?" Bernard asked, flabbergasted.

"No," Calvin laughed with the others, "We are congratulating you on your promotion, Bernie."

"What promotion?"

"Rick said you were getting the lead driller position," another friend, Alex, declared, "Why else would you be having a station sponsored party tonight?

"You know about that?" Bernard asked, and after they all nodded he continued, "I was told I was just getting an award, not a promotion."

"Well, I heard it from Sasha, who heard it from Jordan, who overheard Rick on a call with corporate." Alex added.

"That's great!" Bernard exclaimed, "Now I have something to look forward to when I get back."

The small party got Bernard's mind off prison for a little while. He caught up with friends from the other side of the station and danced with Janice when she showed up with a cake. The party didn't last long, but Bernard really appreciated it nonetheless. Janice reminded him of their hookup later before disappearing out the door. The only ones that stayed were Calvin and Jeffery. The three of them then took turns playing a virtual reality game about space zombies. It was their favorite two player game.

After being devoured by the horde one too many times they decided to go to the gym. They didn't talk much while working out, but when they jumped in the pool the kid came out. They tried to dunk each other any way possible, told jokes and laughed. They played around for over an hour. Then it was back to Bernard's to get ready to accept an award. An announcement went out over the intercom stating anyone participating in the award ceremony should wear the black jumpsuits and to arrive around 1700.

Bernard, Calvin and Jeffery arrived at the same time. Bernard was motioned to come up on the makeshift stage and take a seat. Calvin and Jeffery took the seats at the front of the multiple lines of chairs. The amount of people currently there, at 1630, was only those that had to be there, maybe a dozen. Over the next forty-five minutes the entire room slowly filled to standing room only. Bernard knew most were there to see what he had found, not to see him.

The lights dimmed and the audience was asked to take their seats. The speakers around the room suddenly snapped and crackled before popping to life with Ricardo's voice.

"Okay everyone, let's get this done," Ricardo picked up the microphone and walked over to Bernard, "First, we will take a look at the deposit."

The lights went completely off and then a holographic image of a humongous gold boulder projected over the stage. Below the image was a number in Federation Credits of over 3 trillion. The crowd immediately started cheering. That new deposit was almost 4 times larger than the last record holder, which was also Bernard.

"Congratulations to Bernard Smith, you get this nice little plaque, and will be getting a 1 thousand dollar bonus this month." Ricardo sped through, "Got anything to say, no, okay everyone eat cake!"

Ricardo offered the award and then his hand for a shake. Bernard thanked him, grabbed the award and then his hand before pulling the boss close and asking about a promotion.

"What?" Ricardo nervously laughed and tried to quickly pull his hand away and lowered the microphone.

"I heard I was getting a promotion."

"Who told you …," Ricardo scratched the back of his head, "Honestly, Bernie, corporate shut that down. They weren't going to promote a terrorist; their words, not mine."

With a look of utter defeat Bernard sat back down. When his eyes met those of his friends they gave him quizzical looks. He just shook his head. The rest of the ceremony went by in a flash. Bernard barely heard a word the rest of his time on the stage. When people started to disperse he realized they were done. He put on a brave face and descended the stairs.

It did not take long to catch his friends up. One yelled out party and the other two grinned and they turned towards the bar. The party erupted all around them. Music started echoing all around the room. The asteroid that made them feel like ants loomed above them, lights strung from it to the station walls. Along one wall sat several tables. Food filled most of them, but there was a large one covered in different liquors. Every one gravitated to the latter before finding the right table of food.

People gradually interacted with Bernard, congratulating and comforting him when they found out about his trip. Many people showed up with a beer, or a shot, and just an hour later Bernard was intoxicated. He found his date, Janice, and took her to the dance floor. They danced, ate and drank for a few hours and then went back to Bernard's quarters. The party continued for the two until late into the night.

Bernard was suddenly being dragged out of his bed. He was naked and when he hit the cold floor with a smack he yelped. His eyes started to focus and he realized he was being pulled, feet first, by two police officers. They were covered in weapons; lazer rifle, pulse gun, 2 regular 9mm guns, flash bangs and, for whatever reason, a large knife. Both were ready for war.

"What's going on?" Yelled a naked Janice who quickly covered up with a pillow.

"Your boyfriend is a wanted terrorist. Stay back or I will be forced to shoot!" A third officer, pulse gun in hand, practically yelled as he stepped into view.

"Don't point that at her," Bernard screamed as the other two officers started to manhandle him.

"Stop resisting!" One yelled, despite Bernard just laying there, "Stop resisting!"

"He isn't even moving!" Janice yelled from behind the pillow.

"Shut up!" The third officer demanded, hands shaking.

The officers forcefully flipped Bernard over and started to cuff him. Once his hands were bound behind his back one of the officers pulled some sort of collar out. The officer quickly wrapped it around Bernard's throat and tightened it. Bernard struggled when the officers finally got up off of him. It was hard to breathe with the collar on, but all the officer said when Bernard was able to say something was, "Hold your breath.". With that the officer pressed a button his arm and Bernard disappeared.

"What the … where did he go." Janice screamed, dropping the pillow.

"Don't worry," the officer ogled, "the collar just transported him to our ship."

Just as the three officers turned to leave the door slid open and there stood Ricardo. He was followed by three of the stations security.

"What do you think you are doing?" Ricardo demanded.

"Picking up a wanted man," the oldest officer declared, "Do we have a problem?"

"Yes, we do. You still have to follow procedures!" Ricardo replied.

"Special circumstances allow special procedures," the officer grinned and lead his officers passed Ricardo and the security guys.

Bernard sat there, naked, in the freezing metal cell. He didn't know how long he had been in there when one of the cops walked through the door. The cop opened something out of sight and when he showed back up all of his weapons were gone. Over the next few minutes the other cops came in, without a single word, and stored their weapons. They wouldn't even acknowledge Bernard's presence.

When the smaller ship started moving Bernard could feel it. He was eventually able to get comfortable by sitting, still naked, on the thin mattress and wrapping his legs with his arms. The ride smoothed and Bernard's stomach clinched when they hit top speed. The realization that he was going back to earth as a terrorist also settled in and he shivered.

"Okay, prisoner, state your name and social federation number." The last cop stated into the small window at the front of the cell.

"I need some clothes." Bernard replied after walking up to the window.

"Name and SF number."

Come on, man," Bernard begged, "I am going to comply, just get me some clothes, please!"

"Name and social federation number!" The cop declared again.

"Then, I will get some clothes?" Bernard asked, but after getting the same silence he continued, "Bernard Frederick Smith, 707 - 4486 - T555."

"Good, now as for your clothes," the officer started, "You will get some comfortable clothes when we get to the Elysian."

"Wha … I thought I would be going to earth for a trial." Bernard responded.

"We are taking you where we are told," the cop said.

"You don't have to treat me like a criminal, man," Bernard tried to explain, "I am actually innocent. I was on the Zues when the attack happened."

"And there it is," the cop sighed, "I don't deal with guilt or innocence. I just pick up who I am told."

With that the window closed and the cop left the room. Bernard was left there, completely naked, in a four by six foot room. A small pull out toilet hid in front of the bed that was bolted to the walls. He got back on the thin mattress, but laid down this time. After a few minutes the lights turned off and Bernard fell asleep.

Over the next 3 days, naked, Bernard was almost bored to death. He was fed once a day and asked, twice a day, for his name and social federation number. That was his only interaction the entire time. When they got close to the prison station, The Elysian, the old cop came through the door and opened the small window.

"We are here, criminal, about time you get some clothes," the old man said, "turn around and I will come in and take the collar off."

Bernard did as he was told and stood up, facing the back of the cell. The cop came in, unlocked the collar and took off the collar. Bernard rubbed his neck for just a second before the old man threw another one around his neck. Bernard tried to struggle but it was too late. The old man pushed a button on the new collar and stepped out of the cell. The door quickly closed behind him and he turned around towards the window.

"I hope you enjoyed your ride aboard the Interplanetary Police Association's ship 42."

Another button was pressed on the old man's arm and Bernard disappeared, again. This time he reappeared in a cozy wooden office. It reminded him of Ricardo's office, but was quickly brought back to reality. There was, however, a familiar face behind the large desk. A smile spread across the man's face before he saw his guest was naked. His smile turned into a frown as he leaned over the desk, pressed a button and yelled "Get him some clothes" into a microphone.

"Were you naked the entire time?" The familiar face asked as he got up.

"They dragged me out of bed." Bernard replied, "George, is that you?"

"Yes, it is, my friend!" George exclaimed.

"What's going on?" Bernard asked.

"I told you I would be seeing you again," George laughed.

"George, you have to listen," Bernard began, "I am innocent. I was on the Zues when it happened. I swear."

"I know. I know all about it, Bernard," George said with a grin as he sat back on his desk, "Why do you think you came straight here, instead of earth for your trial?"

"What?" Bernard cocked his head as he asked, confused, "You? You did this to me? But, why?"

"I told you," George smiled, "That luck is mine and I would get you here one way or another."

"But you killed 14 people!" Bernard yelled.

At that moment a man dressed in a similar jumpsuit to what he was carrying walked through the door. He handed the clothes to Bernard and left. Bernard practically jumped into the jumpsuit before continuing his accusations.

"You killed 14 people because of some stupid superstition?" Bernard screamed.

"There weren't supposed to be anyone in the sector, but my guy put it in the wrong place." George explained.

"So you accidentally killed 8 children for a damn superstition?" Bernard continued to scream.

"You might want to care how you speak to me," George said as he walked back to his chair, "I am the only one that knows you are here."

"That's not how it works!" Bernard said, a lot more quiet, "The courts know I am here. You can't just keep me. I get a trial."

"Well, mister promotion, the courts know nothing about you," George said from his seat of power, "Papers get lost all of the time."

Bernard just stared.

"By the time anyone realizes you got lost here in the Field you will be an old man!" George laughed.