You call this relaxing? I'm a nervous wreck.

Leonard always enjoyed fall, watching the trees change into an inferno of colour and breathing in the crisp air. The air, it always had an edge of frost, the promise of winter and an end to the harvest. The good doctor stared out of the large window on the ship, watching the passing stars as they blurred in warp. He doesn't know where these melancholy feelings come from, but every now and again, he felt laid bare and vulnerable. Thank God this only happened rarely.

Also, in the dark, no one was inclined to find him.