A hulking frame of a man leans over the college kid's desk. The college kid is now wearing a lab coat, showing he's a scientist. The hulking frame is in military guard.
"Well, well, well.", Lt. Barkin exhales. "Looky what we have here. Dr. James Timothy Possible. Mr. Stay in School. Mr. Study Hard. Mr. Eyes on the Prize."Looks like you should have enlisted when I did, Possible.", he continues. "Then maybe you'd be going up instead of little ole me. Want me to bring you back some souveniers from beyond the red line?"
"Hey, leave the guy alone.", the new intern whines. "He don't look too good."
Barkin flashes her a toothy smile. "Oh, don't worry about Possible here. He's hale and hearty.
"That reminds me to remind you, Possible. You see Viv over there. She just started here. Has a thing for astronauts. Maybe if you were one, you'd get a piece of her.
"Oooh, look at that. She flinched. She heard what you did. What you think of our country's national security.
This is nothing but a price I promised myself I'd pay, and I'm paying it. You don't save your wife and then throw her to the dogs. Not in my book you don't.
I was hired right in in Middleton Space Center, a contractor for NASA and don't tell anyone, the U.S. Air Force. Every day bums like Barkin that sat in the back of the class hoping to never be called out on their incapacity to learn fly up in the very designs I create.
Anne does exactly what she promised. We were married the day I got the job offer. Wants to have a son and a daughter, name them after ourselves. Like she can declare to the whole world that we're together for life if she can't proclaim my innocence.
Two whole decades pass...