Ben gently placed a discrete, but smart, black box down on one of the worktops. Taking a seat at his desk, he decided against sending Sair a message to say that the cremation was complete. He knew that he would undoubtably bump into her at some point, otherwise he’d drop past her quarters after a day or two.

He picked up a padd from his desk, and started to finalise the report from the evening.

Lt. Hudson
Chief Medical Officer