When Everything that Ticked--Has Stopped
Posted on Fri 23rd Feb, 2018 @ 12:06am by Commander Paul Graves PsyD
Edited on Wed 4th Apr, 2018 @ 10:12pm
374 words; about a 2 minute read
Thank the Four Deities that I have no more patients today. Had any needed to see me I could have made time, of course, but it wouldn't have been mindful time. I left the conference room with the other senior staff in a fog of everyone's--and my--stunned disbelief.
Horatio was murdered earlier today.
I read that sentence, and I still can't believe it. Horatio, who I spoke to this morning, whose voice and emotions I can still hear and feel in my mind, is dead. It's beyond my comprehension.
Why the hell did he take it into his misbegotten head to lead an away team to apprehend a criminal?! He knows better than that! He should have delegated it to Perry or even Sawyer. To go himself was ridiculous, against regulations, and entirely unnecessary.
My, my. Looks like I've gotten into the anger stage of grief, now. How is bargaining going to go? I can't even imagine.
If I believed in an afterlife, I would hope that he is with Patrick now. That seance at Chlamydia's house notwithstanding--there may be something after death, but I don't believe it's the typical religious thing. Whatever is the case, I hope Horatio is at peace, as I don't think he ever truly was during my acquaintance with him. He was beginning to get there, I think, but he hadn't quite reached it.
I will miss talking with him. I think he felt more comfortable with me in my role as Second Officer than he ever did with me as Chief Counselor. We had some good, thoughtful discussions together, about crew needs, the logic behind certain procedures, management styles, and so forth. He and I were starting to become friends, a situation I never thought would arise, given his inner hostility during our first meeting together.
I hope we can find out what was going on with you, Horatio. I was so hopeful when you finally decided to be honest with yourself. You should have had a much longer life and a second chance at happiness. I am sorry you will never have that. And I wonder, should I be invited to attend another of Chlamydia's seances, if I will see you in the crystal ball?
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