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Captain’s Personal Log
Saying goodbye to Meredith when I left her at the New Excelsior last night was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do in my life. Yes, I’m jaded. Had lots of women in my time. But, as I’ve said before, Meredith is something special. How special I hadn’t realized until I walked back up the gangplank of the Albion and faced the possibility—no, probability—that I would never see her again. She looked so woebegone when I tucked her up in bed. Like a little child who’s been refused a promised treat and doesn’t understand why. I wanted to protect her. Shield her from her despair. But I couldn’t. I have to play this Clara’s way if I’m to succeed in making her change her mind about me.
I nodded to Sid as I entered the atrium. Thanked him for standing by and told
