Tristan paced with the flow of foot traffic through the corridor to sickbay. He still found the Challenger to be… deceivingly cavernous. It felt like he had left the turbolift on this deck hours ago, even if he knew it was only moments. Briefly, he glanced at his PADD to confirm the CMO’s name.

…Tija, he thought. He paused a moment to contemplate, foot traffic acquiescing around him.

“Bajoran,” he said quietly, “…do try to behave this time, man.” A wry smile tried to spread across his lips, but he wouldn’t allow it. He pondered himself in a the scant, black reflection of the corridor LCARS panel.

Perishing the memory, he continued onward but found himself nearly passing the door to sickbay. With a slight huff and adjustment of his collar, he breezed through the door and entered within.

• Cadet Halloway, Engineering