The shuttle had been eerily quiet for some time, and she had found it soothing for a while then it had become to much for her. She pulled from her bag a notepad and a pencil. Most people just stared at it when she did use it, but for her it meant that she carried a part of her past with her where ever she went.

As words filled the pages the pilot finally spoke “Ma’am we are approaching the Merrimack.” She looked up as she closed her notebook “Thank you”

She put her notebook away, and prepared to beam over. Once she materlized she waited for the for the captain to arrive as she was instructed.

Royal, Number One