Michael Van Lue sat in the passenger seat of a dingy brown 1985 Mercury Grand Marquis, with the windows rolled down. The temperature was in the 80s in rural southern Pennsylvania, but the air conditioner in the car had not functioned since the elder Bush administration. In the driver seat pushing the car upwards of 75 mph was Michael's best friend the bulky redheaded Bernie Rayford. "So where now, we're coming up on a t-intersection." Bernie said. "Left, we're getting close. The other knife, its closer." "Bout time...Oh this is cool, we're going towards Gettysburg." "What, THE Gettysburg, as in the battle and the address?" "So it would seem, from all the historical markers." "Cool, wait stop. Turn left here." "This, is the battlefield park. Is your knife here?" "It must be, We are REALLY close....go up this hill, park on the side." "Little Round Top?" Bernie read the sign. "Wish I'd paid more attention in history." "Yeah me too." Michael said as he got out of the car, and started down a stone path, ducking under low hanging tree branches. Michael walked for about 5 minutes, with Bernie behind him slapping at gnats and mosquitoes. He stopped in front of a stone slab. The monument said "20th Maine Volunteers." "Its under this." Michael said. "How are we gonna lift that?" Michael rolled his eyes "We..." He took his knife out, and quickly made 8 clones of it. The knives floated to the slab, two on each side, wedged themselves under it and lifted the monument 6 ft off the ground. This revealed a dark tunnel with a staircase carved into the stone of Little Round Top. Bernie pondered this for a second. "Well you know the rule." "I know, superheroes go down the dark scary looking tunnel first."