Two weeks have passed since the final battle on Earth that decided the entire fate of the galaxy. Two weeks and Commander Shepard has not be seen or heard from, not a trace of her anywhere. Anyone with any sense would have thought her dead and with each passing day more and more began to believe that had to be the case, no matter how much they wished it wasn't.
Garrus on the other hand believed otherwise no matter how many days or weeks passed. Perhaps it was lack of sense or sheer stubbornness. Perhaps it was even both but something deep inside told him that she was still alive somewhere and now that the Normandy was back up and running and heading back into Sol Space it was time to find her.
It had taken three days to get the Normandy's communications back on line and with EDI no longer around to assist another ten to get her back in the air. In this time they'd used the comms to contact Admiral Hackett. This lead them to being told of the definite destruction of the reapers along with every AI in the galaxy, how Earth along with many other planets began to rebuild once the realisation that it was over settled in. They were also told of Shepard's unknown but probable fate, information in which Garrus checked for any change every single day. Every morning Garrus would first check if the Normandy was ready to go before patching in to Hackett to see if she'd been found. Everyday the answer was the same.
But now Normandy was in the air. Now it was time for Garrus and the crew to find her themselves.