Ensign Christine Brown stood at the counselor’s door waiting to be granted entry. Her problem was very personal and there were few people she could talk to about it on the ship. The people and her family that she spoke to about her struggle had vastly different points of view. Since the accident, her life had changed dramatically. Part of her was angry about it. The medical staff could fix everything and anything with a wave of a tricorder except the blank spots in her memory. The spots were small enough not to affect her job performance but large enough that it caused vast canyons in her personal relationships.

Ensign Brown