The meteorites had punched five perfectly round holes through the treble wall of the auxiliary pod, our home for the last three weeks. Macintyre had died more or less instantly.

Jen was Defence. No way was she going to get stuck with caring stuff: Environment, Education, Health… Girls always got these. Jen was having none of it.

Hey what’s up you guys, it’s Pixie! And I’m back with a follow-up video that I never thought I’d make! [LAUGH]