<strong>Brady, just having reported the deaths of 2 senior officers</strong><br/><br/>His first week on the job and Brady, a mere nurse, presided over the deaths of two senior officers. Brady wasn’t an overly spiritual person. He didn’t belong to an organized religion. He probably believed in God, but didn’t have any real care one way or the other.<br/><br/>Brady also wasn’t a cultural specialist. He didn’t know the funeral customs of Vulcans. He assumed it was some kind of logical – you’re dead, be worm food – type process. He bowed his head slightly and said a prayer quietly that he learned from his grandmother. Brady couldn’t remember all the words exactly so he fudged a bunch. It seemed to work.<br/><br/>The same was true of the dead Chief Information Officer. A simple prayer and then their remains were stored. Returning to sickbay, he looked at the damage. It was bad. There were other deaths – the morale officer and some crewmen.<br/><br/>Tosh wasn’t in sickbay and wasn’t reported as being among the dead. Brady was relieved.<br/><br/>The clatter startled him and he looked over at the EMH.<br/><br/>“Doctor, is there something I can help with?” He asked confused.<br/><br/>