The Lady and the Professor

[Maria Freudenstein]

As her ship drifts into the docking sequence Maria pulls on her boots and muses over her latest escapades,

*new anomaly in Texas*
*hostile aliens and psychopathic Core pilots*
*Nice shiny new ship from distant allies*
*Meandering exploration until a route home was secured*
*Neral net confirmation of a meeting venue after a chance encounter*
*Run in with his policeman brother on the way to the rendezvous"
*I wonder if it is worth it, could he be the archetypal mad scientist?"

"LH-Maria.Freudenstein, you are cleared for docking" came the monotonous voice of dock control shutting down her current train of thought.

"Mmm, I wonder if McCools still exists" as she locked down her ship.

Room, drink and then the Professor, or maybe "Drink, room, Professer" she chuckled to herself, quickly supressing the drink, professor room combination. *Diga, space can be lonely* briefly drifted through her brain.