Okabe squinted at the line before him. He hated waiting nor did he have time for people. But in order to provide himself with an extra thrill, he decided to come over. So why not just go all the way? He waited patiently, watching people of various trades inch down the line. Submarine, she said, that was an interesting way of reaching the triangle.<br/><br/>He rapped his knees with his scarred fingers, revising several research papers he had read about the mysterious place.<br/><br/>The Bermuda Triangle, fantasized to be a gateway to another world, however, all such hypothesises have yet to be proven. The one scientific explaination is that the ground beneath releases methane, which causes clouds above the triangle to sink and confuse pilots. This effect would also cause ships to sink suddenly as methane has a lighter density than that of air.<br/><br/>He blinked, the line had shortened visibly and so he rose from his seat to stand where he belonged, at the back of the line. He scowled slightly at the gentlemen's obvious attempts to get in the crew. The lady herself would decide who would go and who would stay, it was for the best for the crew and the expedition. If gears did not fit well together, the machine would crumble and fall apart. Still annoyed, he turned and looked at an empty row of seats.