::has been in the office since 0500, awaiting Barclay's supposed new 'miracle' com link to the Delta Quadrant...Beta...wherever they may be::
::begins to suspect that the wait could extend indefinitely::
::shifts in chair, sweeping gaze past scattered miscellany on desk to gaze out at the Bay::
::official queries have been long sorted, allows mind to wander to more personal matters, eyes quickly drawn back to image on corner of desk::
::frowns, remembering...in the interim time following Voyager's last transmission, pulled together something of a memorial service with the Kims and Irene Hansen, but regrets not being able to consult directly with
andrewkim...to lose both parents...::
::shakes head slightly, straightening suddenly and tugging at uniform before reaching forward to press flashing com signal::
...
Voyager, this is Starfleet Command. Do you read?