*How did he manage to get a wineglass and a doberman... nevermind. I don't want to know.* Zechs thought as he went to the infirmary to see if Treize was doing better.

Sally Poe looked up as Zechs entered the room and smiled, "The Commander is doing much better Sir. The Doberman only scratched him and he was drunk enough that despite the distance he fell his body was relaxed enough that he will only have some bad bruises. He will be stiff for a few weeks and may need some blood thinners if clots form but other than that he is remarkably lucky. I have heard of cases like this before involving motor accidents and some parachute jumps where the jumper went unconcious but this is the first time I have personally seen it"

Zechs sighed, Treize always did have the devil's own luck. He had no idea how he was going to cover up this last drunken binge, thank God Treize didn't do this often but when he did the results were always unpredictable. It was unlikely that Sally could help him with the cover up but it couldn't hurt to ask some questions. Zechs rubbed his brow and asked, "Did he say anything at all about why he found in neccessary to bring one of the patrol Doberman's up to the spire on the clock tower?"

"Is it important sir?"

"It might help me explain things away in the report."

"Well he did Sir, but I doubt it will help much." The corner's of Sally's mouth twitched as she struggled to repress her smile, "He said, Sir, that he hated to drink alone. Apparantly there wasn't a problem until he got up to the top of slanted roof top and realized he brought the dog and the wine glass but forgot the bottle. I guess the Doberman was willing to go up but when faced with going down it rebelled."