Xanatov nodded in complete agreement as his hands danced over the controls.  He sent a direct line to the medic on duty, asking that a small team be sent to the bridge without alerting everyone in sick bay.<br/><br/>Next he paged the temple again.  “Celeste, I need you on the bridge, yesterday.”<br/><br/>Then he rose from his chair and strode to crouch in front of Abran.  He took the navigator’s hand firmly in his own and looked into his eyes without flinching at the unnatural mutation.  “Report, Navigator,” he spoke firmly, holding the man’s gaze and squeezing his hand tightly enough that he could remember by touch what was real and what was not.<br/>