Entering her office, Laura automatically switched on the coffee pot behind her. As it gurgled and hissed, she lowered herself slowly into her chair. So many things going through her mind. Strangely, her visit to the clinic was chief among them.

( She'd never had any children... )

Laura sat in her office with the latest letter from Tory open on her desk, staring blankly at her computer screen. Her conversation with Bill earlier in the morning had set her thoughts adrift, wondering what had happened to the brave "Captain Apollo" who had once been her military adviser. Certainly, he had a point: Going back after the settlers ( Read more... )

Laura certainly hadn't planned on going into the office today. In fact, she'd planned to try and get a walk-in appointment at the spa -- chiefly to work out the knots currently tied into her shoulders. She hoped that doing so would help her sleep, something she had been missing quite a bit the past few nights ( Read more... )

Still finding herself unable to work at home, Laura trudged onto campus to set up shop in her office. Music played softly in the background, and the scent of fresh-brewed coffee wafted in the air. On her desk, several books were laying open, stacked upon one another as she made a few notes here and there. To the left, a tri-folded letter lay open. ( Read more... )

She'd found trying to study in the apartment distracting this week -- the television, the computer, a relentless cleaning spree started in the wee hours of the morning. So, yawning profusely, a cup of coffee gripped in her hand, Laura entered her office on campus. The coffee pot was immediately switched on. She then switched on some background ( Read more... )

Tory had received the letter, and wrote one in return. The Cylons, according to Tory, had a change of heart somewhere along the way, and wanted to coexist -- to show humanity the way and give them a chance to redeem themselves. This was to happen under their "benevolent" leadership ( Read more... )

Laura entered her office, feeling a bit better after having dropped her letter to Tory into the mailbox. That part was done. She simply had to trust the inter-galactic, inter-dimensional mail service to get her letter there quickly. Once Tory received the letter, knew she was in contact, then the real planning could begin ( Read more... )

After her "wake up call" from Bill, Laura finished her cup of coffee, showered, and dressed before heading over to the school. The day was cold and blustery; despite her time on New Caprica, she found herself chilled as she unlocked the door to the office. Once inside, she powered up the coffee pot left behind by a previous occupant, and started ( Read more... )

Laura settled in at her desk, piled high with books. They were authored by some of the more well-known science-fiction authors known to Earth, but included rare outings by men such as Clive Hamilton, known more for his fantasy and religious novels. Those, too, were in her pile. They were pushed aside for now, however, as she made the best survey ( Read more... )

She'd spent the better part of the day yesterday discovering the fun that CSPAN and CSPAN-2 could deliver. It started out with confirmation hearings for the new American defense secretary, and ended up on a history lesson on one of the former American presidents. It was fascinating, really, knowing there was an entire cable network dedicated to ( Read more... )