"Daddy, where are you going? Are you going to a conference again? Is that why you have so many suitcases?"
"B'Elanna… look, honey, I don't have time for this, okay? I've got to go. My car is waiting for me."
"But the hovercar is always waiting for you. It belongs to us, silly. You don't have to hurry."
"B'Elanna…"
"Are you sad? Daddy—why are you crying?"
"Let go, B'Elanna. I have to go. Just… trust me, okay? I have to go. Now."
"But Daddy! No! Don't leave me!"
"I said I have to go!"
B'Elanna gasped and cried out as her father thrust her away. His footsteps echoed heavily in the foyer, then fell silent after the door slammed. She stared, frozen. And then blinked.
"…Daddy?"
But he was gone.
