The Cadet arrived at the final stop on his boarding itinerary with almost palpable excitement. Sickbay had never quite been his home; he simply did not have the mindset for it, nor the desire to spend much time there. However, he knew it might one day be the thing standing between him and a morgue, and so he came upon the entrance to the main sickbay, walked in, and said “My name’s Cadet Rodier. I was told to come down here for a check-in. Who might I talk to about that?”