"Connor seems enthusiastic," Jenny said, watching out of Lester's office window as Connor hurried around the main room of the ARC, trying to fix the anomaly tracker.

"Yes, well he does have a lot of work on his plate at the moment," Lester replied, shuffling some papers around. "We need the tracker back up and running."

"Maybe you should give him a rest, Connor's been working harder than anyone else lately," Jenny said. She wondered how the young man was able to keep going with all the pressure he was under; Lester wasn't the type of man to accept no. Which meant Connor was the first to arrive at the ARC in the morning, and the last to leave.

"He's simply doing his job. If you have such a problem with it, maybe you could go help him," Lester suggested.

Jenny turned and looked at Lester incredulously. "Oh alright, I'll talk to him this afternoon," Lester conceded, knowing better than to argue with Jenny when it came to one of the members of her team. She was like their angry mother hen, never letting them out of her sight.

"Thank you," Jenny said before slamming the door behind her.

"Throw the switch when I tell you to," Connor directed a young assistant, handing her an extension cord with a flip switch on its end. He then hurried around to the front of the Anomaly tracker, pressing a few buttons. Jenny watched, ready to step in at the first sign of a break. But Connor was like a whirlwind, hardly stopping to take a breath. It was starting to concern her.

"Alright, go!" Connor said, and the girl flipped the switch. There was a brief pause and then the anomaly tracker was back online.

"Fixed it!" Connor yelled up at Lester, who was watching from his office. He nodded then turned back to his desk.

"One down," Connor said, checking the system to make sure it would hold.

"Connor, mind if I have a word?" Jenny asked, walking towards him.

"Can you walk and talk?" Connor asked, heading towards the door. "Becker has a new gun he wants to show me."

"Um, alright," Jenny said, hesitating before hurrying after Connor, who was already walking down the hallway to the weapons room. She jogged to catch up with him. "I just wanted to see how you're doing, you seem to have a lot on your plate at the moment."

"Yep, always busy," Connor teased, smiling at her.

"Well, have you been getting enough rest?" Jenny asked as they walked into the weapons room.

"I'll rest later, right now I have too much to do," Connor replied. He walked over to Becker and the two of them began discussing the new shipment of guns that had just come in. Connor picked one up and sighted it, examining the barrel.

"Nice! Feels a lot lighter than the older models," he said, absentmindedly fiddling with it.

"Yah, it's a serious weapon," Becker said, noticing Connor's shaking hands and taking the gun back.

"Thanks for showing me mate, I'll be able to practice with it later today," Connor said before leaving the room. Jenny watched him go, shaking her head.

"What's going on with him?" Becker asked.

"Lester has him running ragged, and I'm starting to get worried that he isn't getting enough rest," Jenny replied.

"I'll keep an eye on him," Becker said, closing the lid on the guns and walking with her out into the hall.

"Thanks," Jenny said before heading back to her office. She had enough paperwork to file that it was nice to know someone else was going to help take care of Connor.

"Connor, be careful!" Abby shouted, watching as Connor balanced on a chair, reaching towards the light fixture hanging from the ceiling where a small reptile had climbed up and apparently fallen asleep.

"Don't worry, I got him," Connor said, grabbing the little guy and quickly descending. Abby took the reptile from him and placed it back in its cage.

"Connor, please report to my office," Lester said over the intercom.

"Gotta go!" Connor said, hurrying from the nursery. Becker had just entered the hallway and watched him go, then entered the nursery.

"What's up with him?" he asked.

"I don't know," Abby replied. "He's been working a lot lately."

"Do you think he's getting enough sleep?" Becker asked. He could tell from Connor's behavior that he was consuming large amounts of caffeine, but he wasn't too worried yet.

"He's not home when I go to bed and already here when I wake up," Abby replied. "Should we talk to him?"

"Nah, let me handle me it," Becker said. He smiled at Abby then left.

"Come in," Jenny said. Becker pushed open the office door and stepped inside.

"Abby just told me that Connor is hardly ever home. Apparently he stays here really late every night and gets here early every morning," Becker said.

"Great," Jenny grumbled. "The last thing we need is him collapsing from exhaustion. I'll go talk to Lester, see if he'll give him a couple hours off tomorrow."

Suddenly alarms started blaring. "Is it the tracker?" Jenny asked, standing up.

"No, sounds like something else," Becker said, holding open the door and hurrying after her. They went into the main room, spotting the crowd that had gathered around the tracker.

"What's going on?" Lester demanded as he joined the group.

"I don't know, he just collapsed," Abby said, kneeling on the ground beside Connor, who was unconscious.

"Let's get him to med bay," Becker said, grabbing his radio. "I need doctor personnel in the main room immediately."