Achilleas found himself back in his old workplace. Where he had spent so many hours running experiments, analyzing data, or brewing uncounted cups of tea, It was incredibly daunting to be back in this place that was so familiar and yet seemed so alien to him. Had it only been a year or so and not actually several decades? He began to slowly walk to the CSO office while nodding to various crewmates, both those new and familiar. He ran his hand along a countertop and the sensation helped anchor him to this reality. This is both the main lab for the sciences but it was also where his hallucinations pulled him into a place of insanity. He was fine though or Starfleet Medical wouldn’t have let him come back. They would have kept him in the room that was always just a little too bright and far too clean. This place was real and he needed to be here even if being back reminded him of that horrible time.

His slow pace led him to eventually arrive at the office door. He could do this. He just had to reach up and press the chime. Preferably with his hand and not his forehead like with the Captain. This office was as familiar to him as the back of his hand and thus shouldn’t be inducing any anxiety. It did though as it represented a different part of his life. He would say a better part. He looked to the ceiling in an attempt to gain courage, a sign from above, or perhaps merely a distraction to procrastinate but in the end he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out as his hit the chime at last.

Sci Petrakos