Richard was on his way to sickbay. He had been informed by them that Lt. Northrop had been taken there. He had not gotten the full report though, due to the problems the ship was currently facing, so he was not sure if Lt.Northrop was still alive or not. Still, It was best to see his CO if she was sick and going to die. All of this chroniton stuff was really getting to him. Even he was getting younger, but not by leaps and bounds like some people. He was going back very small fractions of his age. At present he looked about 19. He kind of missed looking like this, but it was not much different than what he looked normally would.<br/><br/>He had seen several people reduced to just being toddlers, so he was kind of thankful he had the slower process. It would keep him sharp. And if Lt.Northrop died he was going to have to be sharp. He was the only other one qualified for the Chief Intelligence Officer position. So he was really hoping she lived. He did not feel like having that kind of responsibility. At least not at the moment, when everything was so hectic though this was usually the time he would come up with some kind of cool plan. This kind of thing was not his element of expertise so he had no idea to approach the problem. And he did not want to even if he was a professional in the field. There were a lot of things going on at once.<br/><br/>But enough of thinking about that he needed to focus on Lt.Northrop. She was his one concern at the moment. He had to show his support in her time of need. He walked at a faster pace and was sure to make it to sickbay in no time.<br/><br/><<Richard is moving to Sickbay>>