<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>On the transport shuttle</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Mission crew</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Psychological observations</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Watching the Colonel and the Major disappear together was one of my more disappointing observations. Although I supposed the static discharge that I’d noticed might be the result of some sort of mechanical failure, it seemed unlikely that the source of such a discharge would emanate from the lavatory, and even less likely that the Colonel and the Major would be the most qualified personnel to deal with a mechanical issue. Logic dictated that they had entered the lavatory for purposes of coitus, which puzzled me, as I saw no practical purpose for such matters. The only thing I could think of was some sort of psychological study, and as I had not been briefed on such a possibility, I doubted that was the case.<br/><br/>That left the most logical conclusion of emotional, impulsive behavior. Unacceptable in my mind for commanding officers, but not my place to question. I shrugged, and simply made a note of the peculiar incident in my mission log.<br/><br/>I turned to Deputy Commander Versatile to get his thoughts in regards to the matter, but he was already leaving his seat, excusing himself to move towards the cockpit. A pity. I was curious to know what a person with a more intimate understanding of personal emotional needs would agree with my assessments. I supposed that were there any issues with what happened, he would address them. My thoughts on the matter, such as they were, were irrelevant.<br/><br/>Such strangeness. I didn’t understand it at all.<br/><br/>With a sigh, I checked our geopositioning data, trying to determine our estimated arrival time.