Q followed the computer directions down to the counselor’s office and pressed the door alert. He had just been transferred over to the Chernov to take over as their Weapons Officer and wanted to get checked out and ready for duty. He was hoping that the counselor could get this taken care of swiftly but understood the protocol of it. He’d been attending therapists since he was a teen. His parents insisted when his older sister died. Even though they eventually stopped going, much to their detriment in Q’s opinion, he continued and found the therapy most rewarding.