Lieutenant Belle Harper had strolled quietly through the corridors seemingly on auto-pilot, her mind drifting back to boat decks and piano bars. She had intended to not make her presence known at all unless duty dictated she must. It’s not as though she had any feelings left for the man. Their romance had been passionate but brief. Maybe a long time ago she even loved him. Now, however, she felt nothing.

So why did she wind up standing outside his quarters late in the evening? It was as much a shock to herself as it would undoubtedly be to Cal. She activated the chime and immediately regretted it. “This was a mistake,” she said out loud and turned to go.

-Lt. Belle Harper, Chief Intelligence Officer