Walking along the corridor, James was lost in his thoughts. Every ship looked very similar to every other ship he’d been on, but every ship’s interior was slightly different. However, something about Saracen’s corridors reminded him of his time on the Wyvern; which left him in a rather foul state of mind. It seemed to him that no matter how far he ran, or how hard he threw himself into his duties, he just couldn’t escape those memories. Oh well. Head down, get through it.

With his duffel still over one shoulder from the shuttle trip, James headed for Sickbay. Better get it over with… Once he arrived, he stepped inside and set his bag down. Blue eyes flitting around the bay for signs of life.

“Hello..?” He said, traces of a southern drawl in the inquiry.

Franklin, Eng