Potter was in his office, enjoying a rare moment of perfect peace and calm. He had had an enjoyable, uneventful morning so far. No brush with an irate Winchester. No brush with a Klinger bucking for a one-way ticket to Toledo. No complaints about Hawkeye's, well, Hawkeye. Nothing more disagreeable than mucking his mare's stable out. And for an old calvary man, well, that is not very disagreeable. But the mucking did help him in a completely unexpected manner. Looking back, he should have known that the day was headed straight toward him stepping in one big steaming horse apple.

He was about to unfold the paper, mug in hand, when the door to his office burst open, and two green blurs burst in. One was leaning over his desk before he had time to put his coffee cup down, the other leaning over the first one's shoulder. Both was jawing so hard that he couldn't hear either for the other's jawing.

Potter stood slowly, as the two yammered, and gestured wildly. He tugged on his shirt uniform, a way he had to pause and gather his thoughts enough to take stock of a potentially stressful situation. He took a deep breath and was able to focus enough to recognize that the two was Hawkeye and Hunnicut. And something had put a bee in their collective bonnet in the worst way.

"Shut it!" He bellowed, glaring the two down until they clammed up. B.J. straightened, and rumpled his hair as he stomped away from the desk, in a way that bothered Potter more than he cared to admit. B.J. was almost always as cool as the proverbial cucumber, and to see him this rumpled in mind was distracting to say the least. Hawkeye, however, was a bit more normal-looking when he was keyed up. The boy had what Potter called a rablerouser spirit. He never seemed as happy as when he was disrupting order and telling command what they could go do with themselves. Hawkeye glaced back at B.J., who glanced back. The taller man shrugged at some unspoken comment, and threw his hands up. Hawkeye nodded slightly, then turned back and stared at potter grimly.

"I think I might have to cut drinking for good." he said, looking as serious as a judge, and twice as grim.

"Hear hear." Came tall stack B.J. as he continued pacing.

"But we, Beez and me, We never seen anything like what we just seen. I know you are never going to beleive this in a million years, but unless we both started halusinateing at the same time, then it's got to be real, right?"

"What are you two going on about?" Potter asked, his brow furrowing in thought as he listened. "I can understand what you are saying now, but you're still not making a bit of sense."

"Well, you see, it's like this.."

"Tell em, Hawk."

"I'm trying to! It's like this. We saw some strange guy when we were in the Mess tent."

"Yeah. Maybe it was food poisoning."

"What? Oh, not from there. It has to be a little fresher to poison us. Anyway, there was this guy wandering around outside. I pointed him out to Beez here."

"Yeah, he was a strange sight."

"Suit, looking a little worse for wear."

"Beard, older middle-aged face."

"Kind of looked like Winchester, come to think of it."

"Yeah, actually. He did make me think of old baked beans."

"Yeah, what he said. And he ducked quickly behind Margret's tent. Well, then we were thinking tht maybe he was one of Hot lips's old friends."

"Not me, I don't have that kind of dirty mind."

"Can it, and we followed. We, well, he had some box thing in his hands, and as we came around the tent, he sort of pointed it."

"Just right into the space between the tents, you know?

"He knows. Anyway, a beam of...of light left the box. And formed this...this light circle that...would you say it hung in the air, Beez?"

"Yeah, yeah. That sounds about right."

"He seemed to know that we were there, because he glanced back at us, flapped his arm and said with Winchester's accent to clear out. Then he jumped in and vanished!"

"Just pop. Gone. I still can't believe it."

"It was...It was just unbelieveable. And we both went near it, and it just, it just fizzled out. Gone! Just like that!"

"Like smoke."

"More like a lightening flash."

"Whichever."

"I swear, we are not making this up! I know this sounds fantastical."

"Well, that is one way to put it."

"But it really happened. I kidd you not!"

Potter listened as the two gave the baffling and somewhat incoherient report from the two doctors he would, under normal cercumstances trust in a heartbeat with even the most difficult of cases, and shook his head. Finally, as the stream of words dried up, he shook his head slowly, and looked at the men as though he had never seen them before."Either you are going squerl crazy." He declaired at last. "Or this is one desperate petition for shore leave. I think a call to Sidney would not be amiss, either way."

"Oh so you do think we are crazy?" Hawkeye demanded, frowning angrily.

Potter just stared at him, as he picked up the phone. "Wouldn't you?" he asked.

"If someone came up with a cock-n-bull tale like that? I know I would." B.J. said from the frame where he now leaned.

Potter was glad to see the leaning. It meant that he was calming down some. But Hawkeye just seemed even more on edge that ever. He had taking up the pacing that B.J. had left off, his steps short, quick and angry. But then again, his movements was usually either short and quick, or slow and lounging with little in between.

"Look, I don't see why we have to see Freedman about this. We are sane, it's just the story that is crazy! I mean, come on! When did we lie to you?"

"Not your best arguement, Hawk."

"Quiet, this is serious. Potter, I know what I saw!"

"And I am sure you believe you and B.J. are telling the truth." Potter said, as kindly as he seemed to know how, as he dialed. "that is exactly what is worrying me.