My Friend, So Long

[Pneuma 0]

A sigh of relief poured from Dom's lips. For the first time in what seemed like months he could take a breath. He walked slowly into his quarters hoping that nothing happened to his dog. "Cherub, come here boy!" Pneuma spoke in a raised voice. He took a moment to assess the damage in the room. Thankfully his quarters were on the opposite side of the ship from where most of the damage was but that didn't save them from the violent shock waves that rocked the ship not more than two hours earlier. A few items had fallen from their respective shelves and his bookcase had toppled over. "Cherub, where are you?" Worry began to set in as he attempted to sense the sign of his precious pet. It was no use. All over the ship people were feeling the impact of the frantic violence that had ensued and easily drowned out any hope of picking out one small dogs life. He quickly began moving things that had been strewn around to no avail. He looked at the bookcase and braced himself for what he'd find. He mustered up some strength and picked up on the top of the bookcase and set it up and to his horror there was his dog. He quickly began throwing books off of the dogs body but it was far to to late. Life had left the corpse hours before and all that was left now was this hollow shell. Tears began to fill his eyes as he looked at his old friend. "I'm sorry boy. I'm so sorry." It was all he could say. He tended to the body of his dog and disposed of it all the while blubbering like a baby. He than noticed the time and realized that he had an hour before his next shift. With a heavy heart he made his way to the staff lounge. Taking a seat he ordered a drink and nursed it down savoring every drop hoping the synthol would somehow extend beyond the false sense of drunkenness and kill the memory of his lost little friend. He knew he should be working on getting the ship back in order, he knew there was more important things than the loss of his dog but that didn't stop the pain. He set the drink down and decided to return to his post and try to work away the sadness. With a heavy heart he stood up and made his way to the bridge.