Luke Randall wasnโt exactly what youโd call a good-looking guy, not even half-ways worthy of a second glance from a girlโs viewpoint. In fact as far as that was concerned, there werenโt any girls in Trinity, Idaho had gotten as far as even HAVING a viewpoint as to Lukeโs particular existence.Now nineteen, he had somehow completed his education at Westmore High, his grades having been no more impressive than his peer-ranking. Perhaps his science lecturer had nailed it succinctly when he wrote on Lukeโs essay โAtomic Fission: The Post War Challengesโโฆ โLuke, if you ever find yourself within the proximity of a nuclear reactor โ donโt touch anything!โFive-nine at a stretch, dark lanky hair that defied any particular style. It simply grew! More than his share of acne and with a dress sense that ranked somewhere between white trailer-trash and Dennis Hopper mid adolescence.