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"Commander's Log:
Smalldate 0129:00.747 I have been
up all night. We are still speeding towards the B-Quadrant
and the anticipation of horror has me restless. Even knitting
refuses to offer its usual solace. It is not my habit to go sneaking
around the ship while the Crew is asleep but it is possible that
a warm beverage would turn the tides of this sleepless ocean,
so to speak. Besides, my knee is creaky. I'm getting up..." |