The university campus was buzzing with freshers. People were carrying boxes, getting lost, and trying to look cool.
Alex walked through the quad. He wasn't carrying boxes. He had hired a moving company (Milo's "Rapid Relocation Services," which turned out to be Milo and a shopping trolley).
Alex was studying Sports Science. He wanted to understand the biomechanics of a perfect pass.
He walked into the lecture hall.
Professor Muscles (probably not his real name) was at the front. He was huge. He looked like he could bench press a small car.
"Anatomy," Professor Muscles boomed. "The machine. Bones. Ligaments. Tendons. If one part breaks, the machine stops."
Alex sat down. He touched his knee. It felt fine. But in football, you were always one bad tackle away from a broken machine.
Mark sat next to him. Mark was wearing a stethoscope around his neck and a white coat.
"I AM DR. SPEED!" Mark whispered. "I AM HERE TO DIAGNOSE SLOWNESS! THE CURE IS PIZZA!"
