Through Time, Darkly

[Pryce]

[color=#FFFF00]Main Hangar Bay

Graham frowned again. "That's not much to start with."

Ross replied; "It's alright Doctor," Glancing at Doyle; "We'll proceed with analysis of the craft."

Angela Wight had wandered back to the group, catching Ross' remark. She spoke; "Doctor Hart has gone to fetch the hermetic detector from the N102. Should get us a better picture of the particle variation than the sensor packs in the helmets."

Graham spoke; "Right then, excellent. We'll be able to clarify some of this nonsense about irregular particle streams."

Angela cast a somewhat sensitive look at Graham; "You'll believe it when you see it yourself."



Ross looked at Angela. "The two of you recorded some data with the sensor packs, did you not?"

"Not much, but yes." Angela replied. "Denise had a pack for particle traffic, and I had one for temperature readings."

Ross pressed; "And what did you see?"

Angela replied, carefully; "Enough to realize Mister Doyle isn't from around here."


Ross continued; "And where is that data now?"

A sheepish look crossed Angelas face. "We had not set up the data storage yet. I guess the readings are still on the storage chips in the helmets. My suit is in my quarters." She tensed slightly, waiting for criticism to follow for the breach of procedure.


"I see." Ross said. "Why don't you go retreive the chips then, and check on Denise while you are up there."

"Yes Doctor." Angela said. She left the hangar.


Doctor Ross returned to Doyle. "Lieutenant, if I may, what were you doing immediately before your arrival here? What is the last thing you remember doing in Sol?



[color=#FFFF00]Pryce.Research.N101
Cabin 12, Deck 2


Denise entered her cabin. She shut off the lights, not remembering leaving them on. She sat on her bed, soft and unassuming in the corner of the room , and wondered if Esperanza had found anything out about David. She wondered why she wasn't out looking for him herself. Because she was too soft, she knew. She didn't know the first thing about dealing with pirates, criminals, and the like. The sort of people who probably had David. She wondered if Ortega even believed he was alive. Not likely Denise thought to herself. No one else did.

She lay down on the bed, and wept quietly. Soon she had fallen asleep.

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