<Lt. Cmdr. Max Mortimer, Officer's Lounge, Arrival at SB 336>

Hearing activity over the ships intercom, Mortimer suddenly realises that he has no idea what the time is. He removes the watch from his detached hand, and fumbles to put it onto his other wrist, clicking the latch shut with his teeth.

It's tomorrow morning already! Well - this morning now. I must have been out for most of the night.

Realising that Ensign Jones has just worked a twelve-hour shift, Mortimer turns to the exit, pausing briefly to turn to Rhine.

"I appear to be late for my shift. er.... you can take that redecoration sign down if you want. I think the decor's just fine as it is. And see if you can get that mess cleared up."

Mortimer heads to the nearest turbolift.