Riley boarded the turbolift on deck 13 and leaned back against the wall as the doors slid closed. Leave one investigation for another, he mused. One with a potentially wider impact. He shook his head, exhaling slowly.

=^= Please state your destination, =^= intoned the voice from the comm speaker by the door.

He straightened and tugged down his top. =^= Deck 11, counselor’s office, =^= he requested.

He stepped off a few seconds later and glanced at his PADD to check directions. I just did this, he thought outside the door. Then again, I did just also participate in a murder investigation. Well, a small part.

He took a deep breath and pressed the counselor’s office door chime.

He rocked back and forth on his heels waiting for a response.

• Ensign Riley, Science