Tonal Key: Valentine

Leaving the hanger under a cloak, the shuttle began to gain altitude. Just as they broke through E.A.R.T.H.'s artificial gravity field, the doctor turned to the couple, confident no trace of the smugness he felt showed on his visage. Smiling genially, he gestured towards them, pointing out they were Well under control for a Bonder's. An identical blank, somewhat disbelieving cynical expression shone in both pairs of completely different eyes. How mahogany brown and electric blue could look alike, he didn't know, but the same mind peered from both pairs of eyes. In his mind echoed a refrain that would haunt him for years in varying forms: I don't know, Doctor Cupid S. Valentine. I'm only an experiment in your image...