A routine mission...no way to have predicted that we'd be stranded for two days.

 

It was quite a storm. The sky came alive with dancing light and streaming clouds like nothing on Earth--a seductive alien aurora.

 

T'Pol's report says a surplus of highly charged particles probably caused hallucinogenic effects...and lowered inhibitions to damn near zero on a scale of one to ten.

 

"I apologize for my behaviour, Captain. It was inappropriate. I assure you it won't happen again."

 

Damn. "I'm sorry too, Malcolm." Because it won't happen again.

 

The sky looked different after the storm...hollow...bereft.