As the day approached when Fayth was to be transferred to the Europa Joseph Rainns became more and more anxious. Sitting at his desk in his office, a place where he usually felt relaxed and in command, he felt nothing but anxiety and dread. There were times where he looked at his office with disgust, as it was holding him back from being with the person he loved. Despite all this, the frequent dinners had made the count down more manageable for the young security chief, and before he knew it, the final night of Fayth’s stay on Challenger had arrived. He had decided to host their last dinner, which he had made himself, spaghetti with red sauce, a callback to their first home cooked meal. This would not be their last. He had put on a red collared shirt and a pair of tan pants, and had the food on the table with two candles illuminating the area. He knew tomorrow was going to be one of the most painful in his life, but this evening was going to be pleasant and untouched by the harsh reality barring down on Joseph Rainns.

Lt. Jg. Joseph Rainns- COS