As soon as Emma left, she found that she was kicking herself. She'd agreed to try to find something for Saren to do, whether it be something for him to build or watch. She didn't know what he liked, and she'd gotten lucky with the food he ate.

Because she was feeling so tired all of a sudden, she put the thoughts out of her mind and headed to her apartment to sleep. She wasn't surprised that she was greeted by reporters at the bottom of the Citadel tower, and she said nothing as they hoarded around her. Eventually, a few C-Sec officers ran over, helping her on her way back home. She thanked the two officers before she closed the door, the noise of questions and cameras still on the other side of her door. She was sure if they stayed for a few more minutes, she could get a lawsuit ready for harassment. A small smile ran over her features as she then walked to her bedroom. For a moment, she wondered whether or not she should change out of her clothes, and eventually she did so, climbing under the blanket and falling asleep in minutes.

That next morning, Emma took her time to wake up. She stood for a good half hour in front of the window, looking out at all the traffic zooming by. Today, she didn't feel like doing anything, and that would have posed a problem except for the fact that she already had her mind set on doing one or two things. She took a rather long shower, happy to have and endless supply of warm water at her disposal. When she stepped out of the shower, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her tightly. She was soon startled by a knock on her front door. Quickly pulling on a robe, she went to go see who might have possibly been at her door.

"Commander Shepard." The Alliance officer said, taking off his hat and tucking it underneath his right arm with a crisp uniform. "I need to talk to you."

"Come in." She said, unfortunately remembering the tone she was hearing the day she'd heard about her father's death when she was only a teenager. She felt uncomfortable in her robe, and excused herself to quickly change into her clothes. Emma noticed her breath was growing short, and her heart was beating fast. When she walked out and sat down across from the officer, she was struggling to keep her knees from shaking.

"As I'm sure you know, the Alliance contacted you about five months ago about making an appointment for a hearing at HQ." The officer began with a hard, stone face, his eyes staring into hers. "They sent me to tell you that unless you make an appointment by the end of this week, you will be arrested and charged for not re-registering yourself in the system, as well as abandonment of your ship, crew, and the Alliance." The man puled out a closed letter, and then placed it down on the coffee table. "That's just the formal, detailed letter to you. Do you have any questions?"

"You said I had to make an appointment by the end of the week. Is there a specific type of appointment?" Emma asked with her strength quickly returning to her. Though the fatigue thinking about the process had already begun to set in.

"You should specify that you want a hearing with the Council."

"Alright. Thank you very much for coming." She said, standing up, giving him a formal salute and then walking him to the door. When he left she felt like getting out as soon as possible. She waited a good fifteen minutes so she wouldn't accidentally run into the man that she'd just seen, and without thinking, she went straight to the store she'd told Saren about with all the models. For the most part she was simply looking around to get her mind off of what she had to face.

Emma saw one particular model that she couldn't help but think Saren would appreciate. She didn't bother to look at the price of it, instead picking it up, and looking for larger ones that would take more time. She'd only seen three that Saren didn't already have, but she did get one for herself as well. She walked out with the bag in her hand, and sighed. Emma didn't understand why she was doing this for him, other than she couldn't stand to think that Saren would be bored. She decided after what she'd spent, she would skip finding a movie. So instead, she walked around to do more window shopping, swearing there wouldn't be anything else she would buy. A few hours later she walked to go visit Saren, not calling ahead to let him any warning. She only hoped he wasn't asleep.

The door was locked as usual, but unlike usual the call button was locked as well. She waited a few minutes, and to her surprise the button unlocked, as well as the door. More than a few doctors walked out, and when she peaked in, Saren was staring at the floor on the couch. She didn't know if he wanted a few minutes to himself or not, but she stepped in anyway.

"Are you alright?" She said quietly.

"I will be." He was quiet, still looking down. His hands were folded, and his arms rested on his legs as he leaned forward a little bit.

"Do you want to be alone for a few minutes?"

"No, I just don't want to have to deal with those idiots for a while."

"Are you allowed to talk about it?"

"Some things."

"Well you can talk if you want to." She said as she sat down, putting the bag down at the end of the couch where he couldn't see it. He sat back when she was closer and even turned to face her.

"Not... Right now." He sighed, closing his eyes. She couldn't help but reach over and gently squeeze his forearm, but he responded positively and sat upright again. "Can we talk about something else, though?"

"Of course." She smiled and leaned back, waiting. Suddenly she remembered the letter sitting on her coffee table at home, as her eyes drifted and saw an envelope for Saren as well. She knew her smile faded, and after the third time Saren called her name, she finally looked up.

"What was that?"

"I'm sorry. I just saw that envelope and remembered I have one at home."

"And what is in it?"

"A letter that says I have to go back to the Alliance and have to do a few things. Which means I'll have to leave soon unfortunately." Emma spoke carefully.

"I see." He looked down, and she felt horrible for saying that to him. There wasn't anything she could do this time to make him feel better except continue to say that she would come visit again before she had to leave. It seemed to help, but neither one spoke for a few minutes.

"Has anyone else come to visit you recently?" Emma tried changing subjects.

"Garrus has come by a couple times, now. Thane stopped by once with Tali. But other than that no one else has bothered." Saren shrugged.

"I'm not surprised. Those three were the ones who were the most anxious about meeting you to begin with." She watched him go quiet again, remembering what she'd brought with her and turning to pull one box out for him, gently sliding it over. "I found this earlier." He picked up the box and looked over it with a smile.

"An Alliance Cruiser from... 2142?" He looked up. "That's six years before the First Contact War."

"It's one of the first cruisers the Alliance made that was meant to go through the relays. It says it was built in 2142, but it was actually finished in 2144." Emma said as she scratched at the back of her neck with a smile. Saren became intrigued very quickly in this ship's history, and lucky for Emma, she had all the answers he was looking for.