3.16 | 11:53

Without his mental radar, it took Charles slightly longer to locate Erik than it would have otherwise, once he'd made up his mind that it was time. Since the computer seemed to be keeping such tight surveillance on them, he thought it was fair to ask it for help.

"Computer? Where is Erik Lehnsherr?" His little communicator [which looked like the world's smallest television and acted like a telephone] buzzed, and a little diagram appeared, like a map that tracked his location relative to where he wanted to go. Very cunning, if terribly creepy. He followed its instructions to...well, as far as he could tell, to every place Erik had been in the last day or so, including his [locked] living quarters and the 5th Level of the space station, which was frankly a place CHarles didn't see himself visiting again in short order.

At last, not far from the point Charles would have just gone and camped outside Erik's door and waited, he found the lanky bastard standing in a nearly empty room with an immense door at the back. There was a vehicle a few meters in front of him that looked like a space-minivan, and the gesture Erik was making at it was only to familiar.

"How's it going?" he breezed conversationally, hands habitually finding his pockets.