<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/a-hot-glasses-4.jpg?w=500&amp;h=375)</div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Andrew Clark<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Technician<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Control Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Audrey<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Andrew's thoughts were interrupted when he heard Audrey's cheerful voice from his doorway.  He snapped back to reality.<strong>"Oh, yeah, thanks.  Sorry, I am just completely hopeless when it comes to organization.  Give me some quantum mechanics and I'll spit out the answer, but ask me to unpack my things and...</strong>" He gestured around at his barren room to emphasize his point.  He kicked open his suitcases and inside were a number of personal gadgets that he hadn't patented yet, along with the other essentials for a decade in space.  He had brought a pillow and a blanket, but no spares.  To be honest, he hadn't really expected to be sleeping in his bed for the majority of the flight.  If he was lucky, he would be sleeping in the observatory, under the stars.