He spread the photos out on the table, turning them so Mason could see.

Mason looked down and saw a bullet-riddled photograph of three small children.

Mason couldn't see the interior of the room but he could see her face.

The Masons can see huge smokestacks across a field from the front door of their apartment.

There was still time to try to make Mason see the terrible damage of what he intended.

Mason turned and saw the hatch to the landing pad tube.

Mason saw two men running toward him, waving their arms.

They hadn't lost a man crossing, but now Mason saw three fall.

Mason had never seen Blues cry, and didn't expect he ever would.

Mason hadn't seen his aunt this angry in years.