Dear journal,
5 weeks, 4 days
Docking the shuttle in the now empty Cargo bay 1, I jumped to the deck before the ramp was even halfway down, walking quickly. Heading for the quarters I had been given after P2’s theft of the Phantom, I ran into Severus coming from the ship’s bridge.
“What happened? Why are you back so soon? Did you get what you wanted?” For the first time in weeks I heard something that might have been hope in his voice.
“I made the appointment,” I said, not bothering to slow, forcing Severus to jog behind me, “several aspects of the meeting changed, the plan was adapted, and now I need to be on a ship that will be requesting docking permission with the Redemption in several minutes.”
“You’re leaving? Why? What happened?” The hope was gone, replaced by despair and confu
