Starr stood outside the counselor’s office and took a breath before hovering his finger of the chime to indicate his presence. Once again he would have to talk about his brother, his family, his past. It never got any easier, but at least Starr had become familiar with the unknown in the process. He sighed, and thought that it would be better to just get this out of the way than to leave it hanging for too long, and pressed the chime on the door to the counselor’s office.

Ensign Simon Starr, Security