Mikkel spent the rest of the day frustrated. As he unpacked the things that were supposed to help make this place feel like home, the more he felt like this place was anything but. The room that was as open as the bridge on a ship had the enclosing feel of a cell. The more he thought about his emotions, the more he realized they revolved around Katy. They had known each other a short time, but an intense time it had been. He trusted her, and then she was gone. Mike knew he had to get over her, and quickly, or he was going to be miserable here. It wasn’t her fault. It was all part of the experiment. That’s what he told himself.<br/><br/>To a certain extent it had helped, but he still wanted something to keep his mind fresh and thoughts forward. With a slight grin on his face, Mike remembered that there was a telescope on the deckroof. He searched around the opened, still half-filled boxes until he found a notebook and pen. He hadn’t spent nearly as much seatime in the Southern Hemisphere as in the Northern, and he found himself in a position to chart a whole new set of stars of which he knew little.<br/><br/>Darkness found him sitting atop the house with his journal open, a double of scotch and soda, and the telescope pointed to the heavens. He felt like a kid in a candy store.