March 13th, 2258. Mars. Syria Planum
Another day in Psi Corps research facility began like any other. Doctors Blake and Naylor made their way to the tiny cell that held Michelle Santos, former Psi Cop, and now yearlong candidate in the Corps' Shadow-telepath technology crossover project. Blake was tending to the wheelchair needed to carry the, no pun intended, shadow of her former self, Santos, to the research room and Naylor swung the door open. Her cell was empty, Santos was gone, and only a small note remained. Naylor moved in to see what it said, it read simply: "I am more now. I have gone to live among giants."
March 14th, 2258. Somewhere in Sector 14:
Dear Talia,
I write this knowing I'll reach you before this does, or before any of my letters do. I finally found a Drazi merchant not terrified by my telepathic abilities for long enough to dispatch, descreetly, my letters. I'm so sorry I have to bring my problems to you, I'm leaving a terrifying legacy in my wake. But, my love, I have nowhere else to go. No where else to turn. Bester almost caught me and Rick at Orion 4, we got separated. I've spent the last few months on my own and you and your home are my last best hope. Me and Rick have just caught the last transport to: BABYLON 5.