"Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell," he whispered to himself, stumbling into the sunlight.
Mark was waiting.
He was not in the neon green car. He was not in the black SUV.
He was sitting on a bicycle. A tandem bicycle.
"Get on, Professor!" Mark yelled, ringing the little bell. "We are saving the planet! And saving our legs!"
Alex looked at the bike. It was bright red.
"Mark," Alex said tiredly. "It is five miles to the training ground."
"It is good cardio!" Mark insisted. "Also, Milo sold the green car. He said it was 'too aggressive for the brand'. He wants us to be 'eco-friendly warriors'."
Alex sighed. He put his school bag in the basket. He got on the back seat.
"Pedal, Speed," Alex said. "And do not crash."
They arrived at the training ground sweating and panting.
Bastian was watching them from the window. He shook his head.
"You look like a circus act," Bastian grunted as they walked into the locker room.
