Thomas looked at Roxy, she was right, why did any of this matter? Fir he had no intention of being trapped in her for the rest of his life and recite poems all day. Thanks to Roxy, Thomas spoke up and asked a question of his own "With all due respect sir, how is this going to benefit us in the future? Last time I checked we did not need poetry to esca- er... I mean survive" he finished with a trembling voice. Thomas wiped the sweat from his brow and hoped no one noticed his slip of the tounge.