Docked. That's a point, how do I let the Doc know I'm here? Oh. There's a big button marked "Call" in the airlock here. That might have something to do with it. Okay, here we go. . . .
"Hi there, I'm here for the Q&A with Doc Holliday. I believe I'm expected. What? I see. No problem, no problem at all."
Someone's coming to escort me. Of course they are. All this Mr Anonymous stuff probably isn't the most open and welcoming of introductions. I can understand that. I wonder if I should've brought my cigarette holder? Or the data drive? I need to have every bit of information I've got to give up front for this so I'm sure it'll be fine. Plus I haven't seen any no smoking signs about so a ciggie can't be a problem, can it? Here we are. Why are security officers always so tall? Anyway . . .
"Hi there, I called just a moment ago. Of course. I understand. That's all I've got on me. No, no I'm not armed or anything like that. Of course you can check. Umm . . . scanning the data drive there won't wipe it, is that right? Oh! Great! Then certainly, go on ahead! All done? Good. I know. You never know until you know, you know? Which way are we going? Oh, thank you. Thanks for walking me there. I could get lost in the proverbial paper bag. Oh, yeah, no sense of direction whatsoever. Is this it through here? Thank you."
I hope security's just holding the door open for me to go through first and isn't having a sit in. This isn't a story I want to be sharing with a large audience. I suppose I'll find out.
