The chief steward’s office was on the other side of the ship. She would have to hurry if she wasn’t going to be late for her shift. She quickly turned a corner, but stopped. Harrington was coming toward her. C.S.O. Harrington, who was supposed to be confined to her cabin. The security officer was racing down the corridor.
“What are you—” asked Sayen.
“Shhh,” hissed Harrington as she passed by, “don’t tell anyone. Please don’t, and I promise if you ever need protecting from aliens, I’ll be right there.”
“Oh, I...okay,” she said to the security officer’s retreating figure.
Today was turning out to be odd. But she didn’t have time to figure out what was going on. She had to get to the chief steward. Fifteen minutes later, panting, she pressed his door chime.
“Who is it?” came the man’s v
