[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7qj8bTLTN1qfcmy6o1_500.gif[/img] 
[hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] Out-Of-Service Lavatory [hr][/center]

	[color=008080]"Quite."[/color] agreed Harper, fully backing the eccentric Doctor's assessment of the situation. He looked upon it with a mixture of disgust and honest wonder, contemplating the physics of the total experience from Knochengeiger's point of view. He had only spoken to the man once, but it was more than enough of a character reveal for him to easily remain objective at the misshapen sack of flesh wobbling slightly before them, a hollowed-out corpse stripped of dignity and identifiable gender. If there was any manner of silver lining to the horrorshow in front of the two of them, it was that the intense vacuum did the overwhelming majority of the cleanup for them. Despite the disemboweled dead guy in the room, it was a well polished and tidy lavatory. 

	[color=008080]"We need to get images of this."[/color] suggested Harper, the slightest hint of disbelief creeping into his voice. [color=008080]"For the archives."[/color] he hastily added, as if to explain that he wasn't really a creepy bastard that took delight in the horrifying and unusual expiration of others. The past few years had wrought changes in the man, true, but he wouldn't exactly describe himself as creepy, so much as hardened. 

	This moment in his life would likely be seared into his forebrain, to be stored immaculately for voluntary retrieval or (very likely) involuntary recall at the most inopportune times. Having visual confirmation would come in very handy if he was ever compelled to describe it to another. He was not a poet, nor a great linguistical artist. And this was easily made the Top Five list of the most gruesome deaths to which Harper had been made personally aware, knocking down that incident involving a prisoner dismembered by mining equipment (his blood freezing in short seconds, preventing immediate death) to number six. 

	When it became apparent that the Yeoman he requested was not rapidly forthcoming, Harper looked back to Jahosafat. [color=008080]"I suppose we should get to it, then. Let's get full images of the scene and transport the remains. You're the only remaining Medic, sir. Where would you prefer him?"[/color] In truth, the good Lieutenant wouldn't have minded if the request was to fully disarticulate the body and shove it completely into waste disposal. But he probably had a family, or at least people who wanted to spit on his corpse before respectful interment someplace warm and green.