Chris was in his room wearing a tan dress pant and a black Starfleet medical polo which showed off his cybernetic arm. He mainly wore long sleeves and gloves so no one would notice but he wanted her to know him, the true him. His room was clean and in it was a bunch of stuff from the 20th century Earth. Pictures of Pinhead, Pumkinhead, Elvira and other horror items. Of course there were more cubes here and all were covered. He had bottle of French Pinot Noir that was 80 years old and he opened it allowing it to breath before being served. Tonight was going to be special he thought to himself. Tonight he would test himself in a different capacity. A test of being able to let go and love again. He can only hope. He looked at the wall cron and noticed the time. “Darn. She’ll be here any minute.” He went over to the mirror to check himself over one more time.

Chris