<USS Avalon> Predicament

Predicament
by Junior Lieutenant Phillipa  Waterson
 
Phillipa sat at her post on the bridge, looking at the  viewscreen that was 
off. She was absently calculating things in her  head.  The look on her face 
was sheer disbelief in what she  figured.
 
Then it turned to confusion as she wondered.   Shaking her head, it couldn't 
be that.
 
She thought that she must be misgauging  something.  Tapping a note into her 
planner she knew the only way to find  things out would be to get scanned by a 
doctor.
 
The only time she had relations was in that dream,  with... that's when her 
eyes got really big.  It was a dream, wasn't  it?  But she had talked to the 
Captain about it, it seemed to be  a shared dream, not real.  
 
Her mind started running rampant.  Her pulse  quickened.  The breathing was 
short.  Before she knew it, she was  laying on the deck, having passed out.

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