May 11, 2006 22:09
::Q flashes to a familiar vessel, in an empty corridor to catch himself in thought.::
::What a dull time it has been with the captain gone or held up so busy... I suppose I could bring him here at my very whim... looks about ...but maybe later. Perchance this is an opportunity to bring out some dusty greetings once bestowed to shine them over again.::
::With a more lively step he heads off in direction of sick bay, fading out of sight so as to not spoil the suprise of his presence, then back again when he arrives at his destination. After arriving at the door, he waits to tap on the door and 'rings the bell' at the end of a certain doctor's shift, grinning as his eyes beam out from the hood of his robes.::
bashir,
q