Dr. Crusher was in her office, looking at her notes when she looked up and saw Geordi approach her. "Are you busy?" he asked. "I didn't mean to interrupt you."
"Not at all," she said. "Just looking at some data about well, Data's infection. I'm still not sure how the phenomenon affected him. I think it just might be beyond my level of expertise."
"Yeah... about that." The engineer suddenly looked uneasy. "Do you mind... not telling anyone what I was saying? While I was under the influence?"
"Of course not," Dr. Crusher said reassuringly. "I wouldn't betray doctor-patient confidentiality like that."
"I appreciate it, Doctor," he said, and took his leave.
A moment later, Wesley entered her office. She sighed and closed down her work for now, but not before her son came to look over her shoulder. "What're you working on, Mom?"
She gave him a look. "Shouldn't you be in class?"
"The teacher said we could have an early lunch."
She made a mental note to check in with his teacher later. Wesley sometimes had a habit of skipping out on class when he was bored. "If you say so," she said.
"Did you ask the captain about -"
"Yes, Wes, you're not allowed to have your miniature tractor beam or your recorder back and your computer access is still restricted."
"Aw," he said, clearly disappointed.
She sighed. She was proud of her son for saving the ship during the crisis – but also considering that he'd created part of the problem in the first place, she had mixed feelings.
Dr. Crusher stood up from her desk and hugged Wesley from the side. "Come on," she said, "let's go back to our quarters for lunch."