He disappeared quickly, clearly uncomfortable with the attention, or the situation, or both. And Janna made her way through the ship not long after him, as if his emotional state were a constant beacon. Still learning about their reinforced connection, Janna gave in and let it guide her as she came to his door. She didn’t have to ring the chime, certain he knew she was there. But there was always the chance he’d ignore her. Unsure what would be the case, she reached out and pressed the chime anyway.

~Janna Kingston, CNS