It is currently 2300 hours, you've been tossing and turning in your bed for the last 30 minutes with no sign of stopping. You look next to you, the cold empty spot where your husband should be. You huff and stand up, you walk over to a pile of unorganised clothes, some probably dirty but you don't care. You grab a hoodie, slip it on then walk out of your quarters, you walk down the halls until you reach the transporter rooms, where Scotty is still tweaking with some machinery. You sit down on the floor, Scotty immediately notices your presence. He stands up and looks over at you

"Cannae sleep?"