Epilouge:

Kathryn stepped into her quarters, everything seemed so quiet. Slowly she walked over to the table where her photograph of Mark was still standing, she picked it up and felt the familiar twinge of homesickness fading. She stood staring at the photo for a long time before slowly walking over towards a drawer and opening it, she raised the photo to her face and looked the still figure in the eyes. Then she slowly placed the photo face down in her drawer and shut it.