Miss Hakkandottir-Hand of Metal, Body of Flesh

	The air in his lungs was disappearing. She'd soon crush his windpipe! He'd never break her viselike grip. But Mr. Socratesʼ voice came to him: Fear attacks rational thought.  He'd said it a thousand times. She was only human. Her hand was strong, perhaps stronger than he was. But the rest of her was flesh. (Slade, 186)