With all said, and all almost done, Ember could almost visualize the end of the day coming near, which meant a shift in the morning. Which, without doubt, would have been far more entertaining than gallivanting about the ship, searching for different areas to make her check-ins and move to the next. Luckily, she had saved the best for last– not that any of them were particularly enthralling.

Making her way towards the office of the psychiatrist, in hopes of catching them in. Stepping up to the door, she pressed her hand against the chime, praying it was the last door she would have to ring, for the evening being.

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