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It was always a midnight sail on Lake George or sitting under the old oak tree at her parents farm, this was her way of coping with the harder days of navigating through the Delta Quadrant. Being somewhere familiar often coaxed her into opening up while allowing her to retreat into vacation mode for a short time.
Taking a sip of synthetic champagne, Kathryn said, “I honestly thought that I was going to die several times.”
“When the alien tried to convince you it was someone else?”
Kathryn nodded. “Yeah.”
Clinking his glass against hers, he said, “To being alive.”