[A man walks into the Mess wearing his usual attire. He walks to the kitchen to prepare his tea when he stops. He realizes something is amiss. He's having to turn on lights that are usually on. He fixes his tea and enters the common area. He looks around for any signs of life. All he sees are tumbleweeds blowing through while a loose shutter bangs the siding. He shakes his head...]
The probes are right, MarsDawn weekends suck.