Aftermath Part VIII - Happiness

[WxMurray 0]

“Wim, you got a package.”

 

“What is it?”

 

“Oh, I hate when people say that. Open it and find out.”

 

Murray looked at the label. “It’s from Starfleet.”

 

He sat on the sofa and opened the container. A large smile crossed his face as he reached in. His teddy bear had survived the battle. He sat it beside him and went through his belongings from the ship. Most everything appeared to be alright. One of his pillows was torn, and his antique digital clock was broken.

 

His father entered the room with another container. “Here, this one came, too.”

 

Murray opened the second container and let out a yelp of glee. His trombone had survived with only some minor damage.

 

His father looked it over. “It doesn’t look that bad for having been through that battle.”

 

“Nothing a little polish can’t fix.”

 

Murray put the instrument to his lips and began to play. Despite the relaxing atmosphere of home, this was the first time since the battle that he had been truly happy.