Somewhere, 2736:
"They couldn't save her."
"How do you know?" Angel asked.
"I remember reading it in the newspaper." Spike answered.
They were near the end of their first day of being locked up in their cage, and both of them were beginning to feel hungry.
"So how do you know she is Kathryn?" Angel asked.
"Well she had two scars on her neck, and if you didn't realise, Kathryn dose as well. So it's just a wild guess."
Suddenly there was a loud screeching noise from the tunnel. Spike, who was lying on his bed, sat up looked in the direction of the tunnel. Angel also looked over to the tunnel.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Asked Spike.
Then the was the sound of flapping wings. Big flapping wings. Both men got up and walked over to the bars facing the tunnel.
"I think we're about to find out." Angel replied as the sound got closer and closer until it was in front of them.
Voyager:
Janeway put her empty cup on the table. It was 1:37am; she had woken up over an hour ago after having a bad dream of Z. She got up and walked back to her bed to find Chakotay awake.
"What are you doing awake?" She asked as she slipped into bed and wrapped her arms around him.
"Just woke up." He answered. "So what happened when Mirah died?"
Janeway sighed. She didn't feel like talking about it now but maybe a 'night time story' might help then sleep. "Z put me back in the bottle, until he found the perfect host."
Indiana, 2335:
A 5-year old Kathryn Janeway ran to the living room door. Her mother, Gretchen, had just baked Carmel Brownies and now Kathryn had them and was planning on hiding them so she could eat them herself. She looked around the room. Where's the best place so mom don't find them? She asked herself.
Then she saw it: a table in the corner with a cloth over it that touched the floor. She started running towards it, but tripped over the rug that was in the middle of the floor. The box of Brownies went flying out of her hands, Brownies landed everywhere. Kathryn let out a scream as she fell down and knocked her head on the coffee table, making her fall into a pit of black...
"They couldn't save her."
"How do you know?" Angel asked.
"I remember reading it in the newspaper." Spike answered.
They were near the end of their first day of being locked up in their cage, and both of them were beginning to feel hungry.
"So how do you know she is Kathryn?" Angel asked.
"Well she had two scars on her neck, and if you didn't realise, Kathryn dose as well. So it's just a wild guess."
Suddenly there was a loud screeching noise from the tunnel. Spike, who was lying on his bed, sat up looked in the direction of the tunnel. Angel also looked over to the tunnel.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Asked Spike.
Then the was the sound of flapping wings. Big flapping wings. Both men got up and walked over to the bars facing the tunnel.
"I think we're about to find out." Angel replied as the sound got closer and closer until it was in front of them.
Voyager:
Janeway put her empty cup on the table. It was 1:37am; she had woken up over an hour ago after having a bad dream of Z. She got up and walked back to her bed to find Chakotay awake.
"What are you doing awake?" She asked as she slipped into bed and wrapped her arms around him.
"Just woke up." He answered. "So what happened when Mirah died?"
Janeway sighed. She didn't feel like talking about it now but maybe a 'night time story' might help then sleep. "Z put me back in the bottle, until he found the perfect host."
Indiana, 2335:
A 5-year old Kathryn Janeway ran to the living room door. Her mother, Gretchen, had just baked Carmel Brownies and now Kathryn had them and was planning on hiding them so she could eat them herself. She looked around the room. Where's the best place so mom don't find them? She asked herself.
Then she saw it: a table in the corner with a cloth over it that touched the floor. She started running towards it, but tripped over the rug that was in the middle of the floor. The box of Brownies went flying out of her hands, Brownies landed everywhere. Kathryn let out a scream as she fell down and knocked her head on the coffee table, making her fall into a pit of black...