I meet Beka walking down the corridor; she looks tired and pale, and older somehow. I know that it is because of Harper; she feels that she could have – or should have- saved him. I think that everyone seems to feel that but they're wrong. Harper is part of my crew now and that makes him more my responsibility than anyone else's.
I should be looking after all of my crew, comfort them so that we can work together and pull through this; but the words wont seem to come. Beka and I continue along the corridor in silence with each step echoing off the cold, hard bulkheads..
We turn to take the usual route from here to command but Beka quickly stops and backtracks, then I remember about the filthy remains of magog still littering that corridor and was thankful that we had turned around, I definitely didn't need that reminder.
As well as the emotional torture that the whole crew and I were going through there was the more logistical side of things. This threat just made restoring the Commonwealth even more important but we couldn't do that with Andromeda half crippled and carcasses scattered over the halls.
I hope Harper will snap out of it soon. We need him back to be our engineer, and to stop us falling apart.