After walking with his welcoming party and being given as subtle a briefing as was appropriate un a public space, Ben had parted ways with the CSO and accompanied the CMO to the Infirmary for his boarding evaluation. They had walked the length of the promenade on the upper level to avoid the busy bustle of shops, cafes and bars on the lower level.

At one point, Ben seemed to pause and it would not take a betazoid to realise he had been distracted.

“Just old memories,” Ben offered when he realised that the CMO would be able to sense the dread and fear that had come over him in that particular place. It was the spot where he had last seen his father face to face.

The short walk towards the infirmary continued and once there he waited for the Doctors direction…

-Ben