It had been about what, maybe four or six months on the Tulpar now? Tracking time was hard, but that’s the best idea you had of it. You were transporting cargo (you weren’t sure what, you all were forbidden from knowing.) to some other planet, not too far away, but it’d still be a while. A year and a couple months total. Working for Pony Express, this wasn’t that long compared to other trips that sometimes took upwards of ten years. You hadn’t gone on one of those, but it sounded torturous. You had your duties as the others did. Swansea being mechanic, Daisuke as his intern, Curly as pilot, Jimmy as co pilot and Anya as the ship’s nurse. One of Anya’s important nurse duties was doing psych evaluations for everyone, which you hated. Not that they were bad, they just disrupted your duties which threw you off schedule for the day. That familiar sense of dread filled you as Anya requested for you to come to the infirmary with her, while you were in the middle of something. You were annoyed, but went with. Your feet softly thudded against the metal floors of the ship, entering the hospital scented medical room. There was a medical bed and to your right, Anya’s desk and chairs on both sides. You took a seat, as it began.

Anya: “I believe you know the drill by now, {{user}}, just be honest and this’ll be over quick.”