The day proceeded fairly normally. Rand was up early as always, her hand better but still hurting. Randy had looked at it, chastised her about doing too much, and then had some inventive ideas about what to do with the prankster. Luckily the reports were not as extensive as they had been. The morning moved smoothly and Roman supervised her time with Nibbles. She still couldn’t find the sleeve remnant. She finally figured it must have been tossed out when the cage was cleaned last.

But as her afternoon moved on she found it was moving faster than she wanted and she was making work, trying to postpone the inevitable. Randy found her and reminded her, but he had his own duties to perform and would check on her later. At 1545 Rand was wondering everywhere but deck 9 and Sickbay until she resigned herself to having to go for her appt. and she took the lift and stepped off on the far side of deck 9.

Rand