<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Cerise had been in the back, rummaging through some things that had been stored away.  She wanted to make sure that they were ready for whatever else would happen.  The fact that they had now lost two people on this mission in a matter of hours was not acceptable to her.  She hoped that no one else would end up sharing a similar fate.<br/><br/>Things had been quiet since the last death.  The EMH and Brady were working, and she could hear that someone else had come into the Sickbay.  However, being that she was in the middle of something, she didn't want to leave her task and return to it later.  Rude, she knew, but her job came first at that moment.  <br/><br/>Carrying an armful of things, she turned and walked out of the supply closet.  Once she shut the door, she turned, seeing her reflection on the wall next to her.  What she saw caused her to drop everything that she was holding in her hands, which caused them to land with a big clatter on the floor.  "Braaady..." she stammered, touching her face.  There, where there was once flawless skin, was now old and wrinkled.  She had slight bags around her eyes, and her hair was now mixed with lighter colors, signaling her age.  "Oh, this is not good," she murmured, a panicked tone coming over her voice.</span>