The Letter To You, My Friends, My Family.

It´s one of those things

that happens just once

in your lifetime, and you

know it.

Such a thing like Voyager,

getting sucked into the

Delta Quad and then make

it home again.

And we were only gone

for a month!

My 'family' and my 'friends'

hadn´t even noticed that I

was gone!

My family, my

human Starfleet Daddy

that is, and my Klingon

Mummy I guess I have

to mention too.

They thought I was off

somewhere with the Maquis,

which I was, in a way.

My friends, my Maquis friends,

they thought that we had

some problems and stayed to

repair them. And that we did too,

in a way. But they thought we

did it in the Alpha Quad.

I know that they couldn´t

possible have known that

we were in the Delta, but I

feel disappointed anyway.

I even missed them a little,

on my free time, that is.

I write this letter to you,

Mum, Dad, my friends.

I´m sitting here at a bar

somewhere. I don´t think

you´ll find me on the short

period between I send this

stupid, short letter that

really gives away the way

I feel. And it´s not joy.

Ok, here´s the clue;

the bar is at beside a street,

and the street is almost desert.

It was the last time I looked,

anyway.

This is my last words.

Remember them, save them, if

you care, that is.

Now I´m gonna tell you were

I´m going. To the London bridge.

Oh, that´s right; I´m in London!

Stupid me, I forgot to tell.

And it just happens that way that

the most of you are in the States.

Bad luck, eye?

Good luck helping me now!

And if you haven´t got it yet,

I DON´T WANT TO BE SAVED!

Buh Bye,

Your Late B´Elanna Torres.