De had accepted Christine's suggestion of taking breakfast in a recreation room with relative ease. It would be good, after all, to leave his quarters, to see more of the ship. Try to get used to being here, since it looked like he was going to be here for...well, a while ( Read more... )

It was somewhat odd, being back in quarters that had become familar, felt comfortable, but that he still couldn't bring himself to describe as home. Where was home? Even if they were back on Earth, back in their own time, De wasn't sure that he would have anywhere that he would call home, right now. Home was Greenleaf, and Carolyn's arms, and ( Read more... )

There was still no news about Christine.

De was trying very hard not to worry. After talking to Len and receiving the message from the Captain that hadn't really told him anything at all but had only served to make him worry more.

He had gone out. Walked. Alone, this time. His walk with Emma had been good, but sometimes...it was just too much ( Read more... )

De had not been checking his messages constantly (honestly) despite having very little else to do. There had been the whole matter of meeting the sentient bra that had taken up some time, and taken his mind off his boredom and the fact that Christine had not yet replied to his message, tinted as that whole experience had been by De's worry over ( Read more... )

Having discovered no messages from Christine, and with a small level of concern that Christine had not messaged him yet, and wasn't she due back from her mission sometime around now, and surely she would message him, wouldn't she ( Read more... )