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saw a pair of brown shoes on the floor.  They looked like they came from a Goodwill store.  They were worn and tattered, and the laces were just as bad.  He put them on and came back out.
    “Looking good, Mr. Logan,” beamed Mr. Martin.
    A few minutes later Ally came out of her dressing room and Brett couldn’t hold back a brief chuckle.
    “It’s not funny,” Ally said.  She had on a long dark gray dress that went from head to toe and had long puffy white sleeves.  The funny part was the black hat.  It had a large brim and the front was covered with flowers.  “Why are we wearing these?”
    “You’ll find out soon enough.  Have a seat,” Mr. Martin said, gesturing towards the chairs.  “Oh, almost forgot your hat, Brett.”  He reached into a cardboard box on the floor and pulled out a gray Jeff Cap that Brett recognized as something from the movie The Godfather .  Brett put it on and now it was Ally’s turn to laugh.  “Please keep these hats on the entire time,” Mr. Martin said.
    “The entire time of what?” Ally asked.
    When Mr. Martin didn’t reply, Brett and Ally walked the few steps to the chairs and sat down.  The texture of the chairs was rubber-like.  It enveloped their bodies as they reclined into almost a laying position.
    “Now, have fun,” Mr. Martin said.
    Brett and Ally exchanged worried glances.  They looked back at Mr. Martin who went over to the nearest wall and pressed a button.  A small electrical panel rose up and came out about six inches.  Red lights, black buttons and silver dials covered the panel and a keyboard popped out of the bottom.  Mr. Martin punched a few keys and looked back at his students.  Immediately a glass tube came from above their heads and came down over their feet, completely encasing their bodies.  Brett and Ally had a look of panic on their faces as Mr. Martin went back to the keyboard, hit a few more keys, and punched a button on the panel.
    A soft feminine computer voice came on inside their glass chambers:
    “Welcome,” the voice said.  “Please keep your arms and legs inside as you enter a journey like never before.  Upon your arrival, you can provide your name and your name only.  It is extremely important that you never reveal yourself in any other fashion such as birth date, hometown, and etcetera.  You must never take off your hat.  Inside your pocket is enough money to satisfy any of your needs.  This money will not be used for bribery, only to survive.  Failure to comply with these rules results in an F for this class.  Finally, your mission this semester is....SAVE.”
    With that the recording ended and Mr. Martin went back to the panel, pushing more buttons and switches.  The lights turned green and the two glass tombs were shrouded in a bright light.  Mr. Martin turned and saw his students shielding their eyes.  In less than five seconds, it was over.  The students were gone.

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    M r. Martin shut off the only light in the room, climbed the ladder, and went back into the storage closet and into the classroom.  The students were chatting quietly and quickly stopped when the teacher appeared.  He did not speak a word as he closed the closet door and went out of the classroom, leaving the door open behind him.  The students resumed their talking, each questioning the other about what was going on.  A few moments later, Mr. Martin appeared wheeling in the large flat-screen TV.
    “Where are Brett and Ally?” someone asked.
    “What are they doing in the closet?” another questioned.
    Mr. Martin ignored their requests and wheeled the TV to the front of the class.  He plugged in the large machine, reached into his desk and placed a black box on the top of the TV, plugging a cord into the back of it.
    “They’re right here,” he said, pushing a button on the front of the TV.
    The students stared ahead.  In just a few seconds, the screen came to life, splitting directly down the middle.  The screen on