Personal Log, Stardate 9901.19

Ophelia is running about Lt. Jen Lee's quarters, like a minor devil. Racing from one end of the room, barely turning before hitting the wall, and racing back to do the same to the opposite wall. Jen has finally had enough of this, and gets up to see what the problem is. She stands in the direct path of the cat, hoping to deter it from it's manic speeding. As the cat comes barreling towards her, with no signs of slowing, Jen gets worried. At the last possible second, the cat detours around her legs, and continues on.

With every turn of the oval that the cat does, Jen's nerves get even more frayed. Finally, she turns towards the viewport, looking for the solace that the stars at warp usually give her. But, she stops short. Outside the viewport was nothing. Not a shimmer of light, nor anything to give one balance. She started to sway with the lack of a steadying force, then turned away. She now understood a little better her cat's craziness.

"We've gotta change the view here, Ophelia." She went into the bedroom, and rummaged through her closet. "I know it's in here somewhere ... AH! Here it is!" She emerges with a large quilt that her mother had made for her. As much as she missed home, and loved her Mom dearly, the quilt was one only HER mother could have created. No rhyme or reason to the colors chosen, and no discernible pattern.

She takes the quilt over to the viewport, and tacks it in place over it ... though it wasn't the prettiest sight, it was better than the nothingness outside. Stepping back to admire her handiwork, she felt as if things were all ready better. She turned around, and noticed, too, that Ophelia had stopped her racing. She sat breathing heavily, and giving Jen a look that said, "Oh God ... Thank you!"