Lt. Scott and VanTedly cautiously worked their way through the maze of corridors, their only source of light, a glow stick retrieved from one of the emergency kits stored outside the
bridge. Number Two had put an abrupt stop to the ensign's lively game when he'd lost a shoe, and now VanTedly trudged behind him, sulking. They arrived at the NCO Club and found it empty.
"Perfect", Number Two breathed, "now what are we going to do?"
Unable to recognize a rhetorical question, VanTedly spoke up. "We should just stay where we are", he suggested. "That way we won't get lost, and the search party will locate us faster."
The lieutenant shook his head miserably. "I believe we'll be able to find our way back, Ensign", he replied patiently, "and I don't think the Commander will be sending out a search party."
VanTedly blanched at the news. "So it's just us then", he uttered dramatically, "against the forces of nature." He placed a reassuring hand on the lieutenant's shoulder. "If I
die, you can eat me."
"We're not going to die", Number Two replied, feeling his stomach turn at the ensign's suggestion, "at least not of starvation." He rubbed his arms vigorously, trying to stimulate some warmth.
"I'd worry more about freezing."
"Ya' know, if you're cold", VanTedly began, "they say that body heat is the best..."
"Don't even suggest it", Lt. Scott breathed darkly.
