Nurse Cleaver glanced in at the patient as the doctor spoke.

‘I had to pressure space command to allow me treat this patient. He was part of the Antares mission. Whatever those poor souls saw left them paralyzed with fear. At least now his torment is over. The high beam cerebral pulses will have erased all sources of trauma from his memory. They never fail, you can tell him he’s being discharged.’ 

Nurse Cleaver nodded, and entered the ward.

‘Good news cosmonaut’, she announced,’ your family is coming to collect you, you’re being discharged.’

‘Family? I don’t have a family.’