The two diplomats trudged throught the unsteady terrain, their only guide the moonlight of the silent night. The carriage broke down abour 30km behind them, and without any other choice, they walked the rest. The thought of the comfortable beds, a giant mug of beer and some warm buns was what kept them going in the cold. But even then, their nerves were at an end. It wasn't often they were forced to workout like this. Finally, they were under the looming shadow of the Station. Except...

"Oi, Charlie"
"Wot?"
"Where's the bloody door to the get in the station?"
"Bugger me it's right there, mate"
"Then open the airlock"
"....oh. I see the problem..."
"Oh do you, you drongo!"