April 12th, 2106, Doctors personal log:
We’ve been successfully transplanted from Mars to Dione one of the moons of Saturn.

I never knew their were such a huge sub-surface colony built here, it’s mind bogglingly massive.

Oh, I met back up with my grand-niece, Greta.

That girl is a free spirit. She offered to assist in the difficult task of performing an autopsy on the Neptunions, and though I loathe to take up her offer. Due to her having only one year of medical training. She has done something no one with proper qualifications has done. She, volunteered.

My sister, Greta’s grandmother is a medical professional, her husband too. Maybe, Greta inherited some of that. Who knows, she might make observations I miss.

Perhaps, afterwords she could help me find a way to relax a little bit. Autopsies always make me uncomfortable, even after all this time.

I’ll have a talk with her about professional language before we go in, she’ll do fine. I’m sure of it.