Toren had been dreading this. Micah’s old office. He knew from the ships manifest that she wasn’t the counsellor anymore, he guessed that after what had happened she hadn’t felt up to helping others, but still, the place had far too many memories for him to feel at ease in.

He approached the door and rang the chime. When the door slid open, he stepped inside smartly.

“Ensign Nalar, reporting for Psych Eval”

Ensign Nalar