Dear Carly,

The 'Astana' has officially broken down. There's a huge storm out there. I hope this Soviet ship doesn't sink like the 'Nevada' did. Oh, I miss you more and more, Carly, each day I think at you. When I signed up in the army I never thought that I would ever miss someone as much I miss you. Oh, Carly, Carly. I've come to the point that I think constantly at you. The fact that I wasn't there when you grew up kills me. I've got so much regrets, Carly. You really don't have an idea.

I love you. And Spencer too.

Normal POV, Russian destroyer 'Astana', the sea of Okhotsk.

The captain of the 'Astana' Hedeon Stanislaw sat at the table. He was tired and annoyed. Bad combination. He knew exactly what happened. The motor of the 'Astana' finally gave up. He complained already some time about that, but the upper command didn't see the trouble. Or they didn't see the money. And now it had happened. He stared at the door in frond of him waiting for the chief mechanic to come in. When he finally did:

-Captain, the motor is…

-Yes?

-The motor is total loss, sir.

-You mean you can't repair it?

-Indeed, sir.

-Tricky.

The captain pressed the button of the intercom and called for the radio room.

-Any contact with the 'Yamalia' or the 'Khantia-Mansia'?

-No, sir. No, connection at all. We should try something else. Like a flare.

-Thank you.

Captain Stanislaw pressed another button that connected him with the bridge.

-Here is the captain where are we?

-Hard to say, sir. We where ahead of the others when the storm started so if the others aren't out of their course we should be in the direct area of the 'Khantia-Mansia'.

-Okay that is good isn't it?

-Only as long as we have…

All lights fell out.

-… power.

Dear Carly,

I don't know what happened, but suddenly the lights fell out. Luckily I had a little lamp on me, so I can still write to you. I hope that the storm will stop soon. I don't think that this ship can take much more. I started to write letters to you, Carly, to tell you what happened, happens and, perhaps later, what probably will happen. I each of all those letters I tell you how much I miss you. I really mean every word that I wrote.

I love you so much so incredibly much.

I Hope I will be home soon.

Sam's POV, Carly's apartment, Bushwell Plaza, Seattle.

Carly sat on a chair. Spencer nearly lay on the floor. Colonel Morgan just stood there, waiting. I looked at Freddie who was sitting next to me, his face was pale, he just stared at the sealing. None of us could really believe it. None of us could.

Dear Carly,

I don't know what to say anymore. Only this: I love you so much. You have no idea. I hope I will come home soon to see you and Spencer again. Then I will be really happy.

I love you Carly. And Spencer too.