"Ever since we rescued that pod all these reports have been coming in," he said into his log.  "I'm thinking something got missed in the decontamination process.  I'm reccomending to the captain that we sweep it with a level four scan.  I'm going to be setting up viral traps near the vent shafts:  There's a possibility of something airborne.  No signs of any infections in any of my patients, but none of them have any record of mental or emotional instability.  I can only conclude that we missed some biological element.  Doctor Silver out."<br/><br/>He'd prepared the viral traps already.  It was just a matter of scattering them around the engineering and passenger areas.<br/><br/>Maybe he'd drop by the pool area...the water might have caught something...and of course there were all those bikinis...<br/><br/>*Mental headslap*<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Focus, doctor.</span>he thought.<span style="font-style: italic">You've got a full day ahead of you.</span><br/><br/>He grabbed the strap of his case and headed out.