<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1a/Dr._Madison_Chance.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Dr. Madison Chance</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Psychology office</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> None</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Reviewing files</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>My door was closed, and for that I was grateful. I needed the quiet sanctuary of my office. The murmurs of wonder and astonishment in the base had truly begun to grate on my nerves …<em>my god! We're on Mars!</em><br/><br/>Really? How astonishing.<br/><br/><em>Where else did you think we would be?</em><br/><br/>The fact that my fellow crew members were so awestruck by being on another world didn't particularly surprise me. After all, I'd read all their psych profiles many, many times. But Mars, to me, was simply a place. One full of challenges and hazards, to be sure, but at the end of the day it was a place to accomplish my work.<br/><br/>I'd printed out a file for every member of the crew. Paper was a rather precious commodity on a world without trees, but I preferred doing certain things the old fashioned way. Reviewing files was one of those things. The psychological evaluations were something that I'd mostly committed to memory, but the physical data logs, not to mention the DNA profiles … those I still needed to learn. At least if I was to successfully begin Project Avalon.<br/><br/>There were some announcements being made on the public address system. I ignored them. They weren't important.<br/><br/>I thought I heard a knock on the door as well, but I thought that might simply be my imagination …