So we ran, full tilt boogie. Behind us, the footsteps echoed. ¶ Natalie and I shot around the corner. Before our pursuers appeared, I pointed up. Natalie flapped to the roof. I scrambled after her.

The memory of 9/11 is etched into my mind.

The odd one out is Margaret, which travels in a normal prograde direction, though it has the most eccentric orbit of all the Uranian satellites.

You stink of too much cologne.