Having put off checking in with psych for as long as was practicle, Stores finally made an appointment. Unfortunantly, at least from his perspective the Head of department was available emidiatly. So off he went, after a stop to wash is face and hands and change overalls to a clean set No sense geting crud all over the Shrinks couch then the ride up from the lower decks to the Cheif Counselors office. Taking a deep breath at the door Stores keys the door chime It’s not that I hate the witch doctors so much, its just a pain in the ass breaking in a new one

Clinton “Stores” Reed, Supercargo