It was sometime quite late at night -- possibly around midnight, if such a thing were measurable. All was quiet. Except...
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ptonk-tonk.If one were to follow the odd, rhythmic sound to its source, one would find Susan Sto Helit sitting on a bench outside the First Aid station, bouncing a red rubber ball off a
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But here, there was nothing. Yazoo had caught up on over fifteen years of missed sleep in less than a month or so, and it rankled that there was nothing better to do. At least there were less people around at night.
He came round the corner and paused, briefly surprised. He had presumed the rhythimic noise to be that of machinary, or even plumbing. He considered retreating, but there was nothing else to do, and besides, it had just struck him as to where he he had seen the woman before. He leant against the wall. "You run the medic's station."
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Susan caught the ball and glanced up. "Yes. I don't believe we've met. I'm Susan."
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It didn't really mean to come out so biting; that was simply the way he spoke.
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