Ghosts from the Past

Who: Tara
Where: Her Office
When: During the Medi-Bay's busy hour
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Tara sat with her head in her hands, trying to think of anything else
apart from the dangerous things that had happened in the past. She
squeezed her eyes shut and thought of darkness, blank pure darkness.
The light blew, spraying shards of glass around the room subsequently
plunging the room into darkness.
Tara cursed loudly.
Her mind drifted without her consent to the first time she had
encountered this plague of a virus. When she had mt Phil. She smiled
at the thought of him, and wondered if in all the changes that had
happened to him, he still had the scar on his hand where the fork had
been stuck.
Smeg.
She'd just pictured the image in her head.
"Holly, send Phil up here right away. I'll see to his wound." Taraa
said, ignoring the response the floating head gave.
She remembered Alota. They'd come aboard together and Tara missed her
still, a friend since school she missed her a lot. There was a noise
from outside the hallway in the Medi-Bay. A giant sneeze.
"IT SNEEZED ON ME!" Said the voice of Lt Alota Viagra. Tara's eyes
widened and she dashed out into the Medi-Bay, ignoring all the crying
and pleading people she looked out of the sliding double doors to see
two people she thought had passed away, one years ago and the other
recently. Alota was there, in her engineering uniform, five years
younger and covered in snot from the giant nose on the ceiling. Stood
by her side, was Lt Commander White Wolf.
It was at this point that Tara feinted.
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