Vancouver Portalocity Terminal, Very Very Early Saturday Morning
The past week had sped by at rapid pace: coming home, being sent out on a mission, coming back, debriefings. The whole time, Kaidan's mind hadn't been on Fandom at all. He had work to do, and work deserved every scrap of his not insignificant focus.
So it was only now, sitting in this terminal waiting for his portal, that he had the time to go through his papers. Reconfirmation of his post on Fandom Island. Progress reports that came from Traynor's desk. And conformation on his class posting for the...
"Wait," he said, squinting at the tablet.
The Specialist manning the Portalocity desk didn't look up.
He'd figured he'd have to rerun the class from last semester, or something similar, but this... What? Grief counseling? He called up the note attached to the file and groaned. I have advised your superiors on your class assignment for next semester. I believe this will be a necessary step in your grieving process. I've been worried about you lately.
His therapist. Of course.
He blew out a deep breath and flopped back against the seat. This was gonna take... uh, research.
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So it was only now, sitting in this terminal waiting for his portal, that he had the time to go through his papers. Reconfirmation of his post on Fandom Island. Progress reports that came from Traynor's desk. And conformation on his class posting for the...
"Wait," he said, squinting at the tablet.
The Specialist manning the Portalocity desk didn't look up.
He'd figured he'd have to rerun the class from last semester, or something similar, but this... What? Grief counseling? He called up the note attached to the file and groaned. I have advised your superiors on your class assignment for next semester. I believe this will be a necessary step in your grieving process. I've been worried about you lately.
His therapist. Of course.
He blew out a deep breath and flopped back against the seat. This was gonna take... uh, research.
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