"I cried this morning, not quite sure what over, but I got really upset. Then I saw him and he made me smile, I think I've fallen in love. There's just one problem, I'm Kristine Z Kochanski, I'm a navigation officer, a bloody good navigation officer and he's a lowly technician. I went out with him once, but I broke it off, I couldn't be seen with him, not like that. He's an excellent lover though, tender, gentle and romantic. He knows how to satisfy me and he does a good job of it.
"I didn't think we could be together I rank number two and he ranks 169. But I don't care anymore, I'm in love. His name is Dave Lister, he's a guitar playing, curry-eating slob with a severe case of athlete's foot, but I still love him. My parents would never approve, they want me to marry someone with a good job, but I can't help whom I've fallen in love with, no-one can. The problem with me is that I like a bit of rough and that's what Dave is"
"Kochanski" an American voice called "you're needed on the console"
Kriss put down her pen and shut her lilac diary. She pushed in her leather chair, picked up her uniform jacket and made her way to the cockpit. There lying on her desk was a letter. Kriss picked up the letter and studied the handwriting, or, to be more specific scribble. It was obvious that this letter was from Dave, the man she loved.
Kriss tore open the envelope and attempted to read the scribbles on the paper, she saw one line, five words, such a simple saying, but possibly the most important words of her life. The five words were 'Kristine Kochanski, I love you'.