Voyager Headquarters, Archives
The team of archivists arrived and they were thorough and slow as they started to preserve the document.
"Mostly slow," Trixie thought irritably.
The team of four wore gloves as they gently moved the piece of leather to a glass case. They discussed the correct temperature and level of moisture for what seemed like hours.
At last, after what seemed like an eternity to Trixie, they rolled out the leather so that it could be read through the glass and motioned her over.
Trixie laughed out loud. There was no mistaking this was a message. An omni! Jeffrey had clearly learned his subtlety from Bogg. But there was no doubt, Trixie thought, that the boy had kept his head, describing relevant information about the climate and environment in which he found himself.
"Don't suppose we can just take it to Control?" she asked.
Franklin Green, the team's leader, looked at her. "I wouldn't. I'm surprised it didn't disintegrate just getting it this far."
Trixie nodded. "It didn't. Thank God. And thank you for getting it out of there in one piece."
Green just nodded. "It's my job. So this is the kid Voyager's work? It's pretty good, considering."
Trixie nodded and impatiently pulled out an electronic notebook and to record what she saw before her. Her hands were shaking. Jeff had done his part, and they had to find him now. They just had to.
She entered the information in front of her and full stop toward Control.
