Ensign Marjorie Jackson, Medical Officer collected many things, it was an obsession and she had previously spoken about it with the Counsellor on many occasions. Many many occasions. It was almost as though talking about her collections and her habit of collecting things was almost as big an obsession as the actual collecting. There were beads, burnt out isolinear chips, toothpicks, string, frisbees, flip flops and more and they took over her quarters to the extent that there was barely enough room in there for her to sleep, eat and shower. She had a desk in there … somewhere, but where it was was only known to the prophets. But of all her collections, the one that was her pride and joy, one that she could wax lyrical about for hours at a time were one of little globes, some of metal, some of glass, some porcelin, and she counted and recounted them, her complete collection wasn’t there.

So now, Marjorie Jackson, Jacko to friends was outside the Counsellor’s office, and rang the bell with her left hand. Why someone would take her things was beyond her. She knew she didn’t misplace them, she knew she wasn’t losing her marbles, and she hoped that the Counsellor would take her seriously. And besides, she heard the juciest gossip about the Unreal Desperate Housewives of Betazed. And she new that the Counsellor would love to know what she knew.

-GM