Charles and Mitch sat quietly in the M.P.B., awaiting the enemy's next move. There was a stirring of moon dust on the horizon.
"Over there," said Mitch. "They'll be here soon. All we can do now is wait."
Charles reached over and gingerly took hold of Mitch's hand.
"What are you doing?" asked Mitch.
"You said 'Hold my hand'." replied Charles.
"No I didn't. I said 'They'll be here soon.'"
Charles released his grip.
"I didn't say let go."
