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February 26, 2013
“NEXT, IT’S bone-cold. Bone-cold.”

“An asteroid.”

“Right. What do you think we’re wearing?”

“Uniform? Like...”

“We were issued cold-weather gear, right?”

“Yeah.”

“They didn’t say to bring any. So we’re down there on this rock, in shirtsleeves, at like midnight, in this cemetery.”

“At the haunted house?”

“Yeah, adjacent to the house. Just chattering.”

“Okay.”

“Anyway, I thought that was poor planning. So now I’m poking around by myself —”

“Tricorder.”

“No! No tricorder. Just me, stumbling around. And I’m thinking —”

“What?”

“— Yeah!”

“You’re supposed to have a tricorder on these things.”

“This is my point. Yes. You’re right.”