Barnhart gazed around the purple clearing with clouded eyes. He trembled in near traumatic shock. It was almost too much to bear. Regulations clearly stated that no officer was to be _marooned_ on a .9 Earth-type planet at fourteen-forty Galactic Time, early evening local. Or (he brushed at his forehead) he was damned certain they at least strongly _implied_ it.
Jim Harmon, Always A Qurono