Well he did say to come over whenever you felt like it, right? It's not like you were doing anything. Well, that wasn't entirely true. You were recovering from your latest tattoo addition- the anchor on your chest. It was a nice addition to the collection you already had on your person, and you weren't going to add any for a while.
After making sure the proper medication was on the tattoo, you got dressed and punched in the coordinates after making sure you looked your best. Which was practically always. You stepped into the transportalizer and whooshed yourself away to this new location.
And closer to the birthday babe.
"Come out wherever you are, doll."













