"It's not a competition, guys," Zizhen says. "Surely we can think of better things to do while we wait for peak meteor visibility hours."
With Max laid to rest in Santa Carla, Michael tries to get out, but he can't get far enough.
Michael and David and Star, forever.
Mary’s usual expression of placid calm slipped for a moment before she responded with a twinkle in her eye. “I could possess advanced technology from an alien planet.”