They had fulfilled their task. That’s what she put in her report to starfleet. The arms and legs the mission had grown was essentially just par for the course and there was nothing that could be done. Yet she had to admit, as she sat at her desk and sipped her peach iced tea, knowing he was fine now, seeing Golfink in his boxer shorts had been an absolutely amazing outcome.

She filed the last of the crew transfer orders and sent a message to Dira to organise a time for them to look at crew performance, promotions were on the horizon and there was time for some R and R and maybe even some shore-leave once they got back to the station.

Rubbing her hands over her eyes tiredly She sat and pondered the crew manifest. Pausing when she reached Dr Walker’s file. The corners of her mouth turned upwards slightly and she recalled the conversation they had had in primary when Golfink had been being screened.

Picking up a stylus she began to do something she hadn’t done since her academy days, she sketched a short cartoon. Chuckling to herself as she worked.

Some time later, an hour maybe she sat back and watched the image she had created as the computer animated it for her. There was little cartoon Brad, in his pyjamas, working away at his desk. He reached over to pick up a slightly oversized cup and took a drink from it. A puff of smoke and stars and there in his place stood a llama with Cartoon brad’s hair and his pyjamas blinking in a surprised sort of way. The cup still held in his little llama foot. The animation began to play again from the start.

Still chuckling Willow bit her lip and watched it a couple more times then checked the time, it wasn’t too late…she swithered a moment longer then sent it directly to Walker.

Willow Taylor
CO