Tosh took the PADD from Dr. Tir and glanced over it.  There were not many names, but there were enough to warrant restriction, especially the department heads who had been affected.  Those not in their right mind having nearly full access to the computer bank was a recipe for disaster in the making.  "Thank you, doctor."  He said, giving her a polite nod before looking around to see if he could catch a glimpse of Brady.  He was, surprisingly, nowhere to be found, so the security chief excused himself from the two officers and walked deeper into sickbay.<br/><br/>The security chief passed those laying on examination tables who were either too young or too old and some even in between.  It didn't phase him at all.  He had seen his share of death and suffering.  Each person he had killed fresh in his mind.  Right now, he sought out a face that was not dead but even still lingered in his thoughts.  Tosh turned to step through a side door which lead into one of the smaller adjoining rooms.  There he found a rather flustered and flushed Ensign Vincent.  The man made his way over to him.  "Brady, you don't look well."  He said softly.  The boy showed signs of youth even more so than before.  He was aging backwards.  "Are you alright?"  Tosh inquired rather worried.