<<Please consider this my return to the ship and I shall be logging regularly again>> Mike put his hand to his head and scratched, it was nice to be in his quarters again, with the knowledge that everything was okay. He could now take a seat, get some food and a hot chocolate, and catch up on his correspondance. Then he would go to help with party arrangements: he had a dozen or so replicator programs to try out. He sat down at his little console and composed a new message: firstly one to his friend at SB 221 who was trying out new protein synthesis techniques for use in medicine. He wrote about how he had found the blueprints a work of genius and was proud he had been asked to check them. He couldn't find a single thing wrong with them! He wrote a mesage to his sister on the Starbase Midway, just to catch up and ask how things were doing, and once he had sent them, he got up and headed out. =Six minutes later, mess hall= Mike arrived in the mess hall to find it practically empty, someone was serving and there was a nervous looking ensign in the far corner. He got a hot chocolate and went to sit down with the PADD he had brought. Ten minutes later, he had drunk the chocolatey beverage and was confident of his programming supremecy, he headed to the replicator to enter his latest food designs for the party: a salmon, cheese and pita bread concoction which he had programmed all by himself, from fresh, and 9 other dishes which he had just used existing programmes and mashed them together. With a smile, Mike wandered off to his quarters.