Isyme stepped from her quarters and stole a glance at the PaDD nestled between her fingers. She took a second to review its contents, pleased to find a handful of ‘to-do’s had earned an all-too-satisfying strike. Among its remnants, Psych Check-In slithered to the top.

With Zahir in the care of a willing, reliable crewman, Isyme wove through the Ogawa’s serpentine halls without the company of quick-footed, inquisitive seven-year-old. Her trip was strangely unremarkable. Minutes crept by before Isyme slipped through double doors, paused and made her way into the reception area.

“Excuse me,” she cleared her throat and patiently awaited a response.

– Isyme zh’Siaqir, ACMO