Ben was rather tired. It had been a late night before, supporting the Songs family, and his body clock had woken him up punctually at 0600. Whilst a quick run around some of the lower decks had helped wake him up, he could tell throughout the day that he wasn’t on top form. Twelve hours later, he stepped through the doors into the Ship’s Lounge, fancying a stiff drink and a hot meal from the replicator.

“A double whisky, Speyside single malt.” he ordered from the bar, as he flicked through his PaDD for inspiration for his dinner. He paused scrolling as his eyes fell on something quite simple, but very appealing. Moving over to the replicator, he pressed a few buttons, before a plate of steaming mash potato with sausages and peas materialised. He smiled at the sight of what he would describe as ‘comfort food’.

Lt. Hudson
Chief Medical Officer