The runabout careened through space as Henry sat alone.  They had started off with ten passengers as they’d left Bravo.  Each of them had found a place to go as they’d traveled.  Now it was just down to him and the impending arrival at Starbase Eos.  The application had been summarily ignored by the ships and stations he’d applied to until Eos had picked him up.

He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he was relieved to be away from Bravo and the memories that had nearly broken him. Now he was finding his way to a station that, by all reports, was at the back end of the line where no one wanted to be.  Henry had considered trying for other assignments after being rejected, but he’d recognized that his hands were in need of something to do.  Eos station represented the best chance for him to get to work and find his mind time to process the loss through work.

“Lieutenant, we’re dropping out of warp.” The pilot slammed the runabout into impulse and aimed for the station.  Longfellow glanced out the front window from his seat.  The station was old, but he chuckled to himself – sometimes, he felt old too.  They’d be a good pairing, the station and him.  He fiddled with his PADD as the pilot slipped the runabout into a docking port with a thump.  “Last stop, Eos Station.”

Henry stood wearily from his seat and waved to the pilot as he walked through the runabout to the dock and onto the station.  It was what he had expected.  No shiny corridors.  It even had an old aroma, as if the dead and dying spirits were hanging about, waiting to see if this new command would even last the night.  Glancing at his chrono he decided he wasn’t going to attempt to see what lay ahead in sickbay.  That was a morning job, and he needed to find his quarters and rest. The new start on an old station was going to be his most interesting posting yet.