*Heather's e-mail is being evil so I'm sending this for her.. "Severe Hangover? Well...minus the headache." By: Ensign Heather Mclouson I woke up in the Star Fleet personnel building. Looking around I was very confused. My clothes were back to normal, I was in the same room I had asked for when Banshee had docked, and as far as I could tell time hadn't moved from when we first arrived. What had happened? Was it all a dream? I was getting nervous, my mind was starting to fuzz on me again. I couldn't lose it now...I had to figure out what was going on. I called down to the front desk asking for the date, slightly relieved to find out it was a few days after Banshee had let us out for shore leave. But as I looked out the small window in my room I was disturbed. It was night again. Wait...again? What was going on? Why couldn't I remember anything that had happened in the last few days?. I stood from the bed pacing the small space. Come on...come on...Okay Russia...right I was in Russia. Why? The answers weren't coming...in fact, they were eluding me. I couldn't see through the fog enough to make out any details of what I had done the past few days. General ideas yes...details no. This was ridiculous, how was I supposed to account for my time on Earth if I couldn't account for where the past two days had gone? I checked through my stuff, trying to see if I had brought anything back from...right Russia, that would trigger my memory. Nope, nothing. Clothes, all of it. Nothing unusual or anything...wait. "What's this?" I pulled a long thin tube out of my bag. It was small, only about seven inches long, and polished silver. There were no markings on it of any kind. I sat on the bed looking at it. There had to be some logical explination as to why I had it...or what I was supposed to do with it. Carefully inspecting it I found nothing that woud give me any clue. Frustrated I threw it at the wall, satisfied as it fell and rolled around on the floor. But wait...what was that noise? I picked it up again wondering if it hadn't made the squeak that I heard.... Curious, I tapped it on the edge of the desk in my room. There it was agin. Only this time in a different pitch. I continued the tapping and the pitches continued to change until my ear caught the initial pattern. What was this thing? And even more puzzling...why did I have it? I would deffinately be spending the rest of my 'shore leave' trying to figure out some of the mysteries I had gathered about me.