I walked back into the teleporter and commanded the computer to take me to the floor my quarters were on.
The machinery whirred up and the familiar white glow of teleportation whisked me away to another of the pads.
I emerged directly into my quarters themselves, there was a teleportation pod situated in the corner of the room.
That was a smart move from the designers of the ship.
If something went wrong, or I was desperately needed on the bridge at a moments notice, I could dive straight into the teleporter practically from bed to be taken to the command deck. No waiting or messing around running down a corridor.
As it stood, I didn't want to do anything close to jumping into a teleporter to deal with an emergency, I just wanted to get into bed and attempt to sleep the horrors of the previous day away.
