"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..."