Sharah got a message on her comm panel from Ashlyn. It contained directions for requesting a very unique outfit. Shoes with finger holes for her toes??? Spandex and a cover up? What was Ashlyn getting her into? Sharah shook her head and ordered the clothes from the replicator. While she got ready she slowly checked each of the dams in her head. Of course it was all just pictures, but Sharah understood that. She had spent quite a bit of time last night emptying them. The idea seemed to work, but she didn’t have the ‘flow’ adjusted just right. Each one needed a different amount allowed through or the whole thing fell apart. She only had 2 dams right now because she wasn’t able to focus on more than that and her every day tasks just yet. But Ashlyn had no shortage of ideas on how to help Sharah practice. She also had a wicked sense of humor and had no problem telling Sharah she was being ‘chicken.’ A much different experience than her helicopter parents.

Sharah entered the gym and spotted Ashlyn, “Okay so I have no idea what we are doing today, but today you talk. We are friends, right? And we help each other. You have spent a lot of time helping me, so now we are going to help you a little too. I mean I could just listen” she tapped her head, “but you need to tell it right? That’s what you told me.” She smiled at Ashlyn as if sharing a conspiracy. “We’re going to finish this Cadet tour and get posted on our dream positions, right?”

Cadet Fayth, Doctor