"Damn it!' Trip curses loud as he suddenly found himself bumping into the ceiling. 'Hey! Is anyone there!?" He screams out, wishing, even though completely insane, there was an intercom panel up here. No one comes even with him repeating the yells every few moments, as his throat becomes raw he gives up.

"No he said six."

"Are you sure?" Trips eye watch it a mix of joy and horror as two crewman walk towards the door.

"Stop!" They both jump and freeze, eyes staring up half unbelieving.

"Commander, what are you doing up there?"

"There are witches on board and they put a curse on me, so for the rest time I have remain here, if not a horrible plague will infect the crew."

"Really?" God these cadets were really wet behind the ears he thinks.

"No! The damn gravity is off again, could you do something like fix it?!' One nods dashing off, as the other just stands staring, smiling, holding in a giggle. Trip didn't find the situation at all humorous. 'Oh be quiet!"