Disclaimer: None of the characters in this are real or based on real people.

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A/N: I seriously hope everybody is in character. Especially Data (he's probably my favorite out of all the Enterprise-D's crew members).

(June 27, 2015. Caroline's house.)

After she found the letter from the Trekkies, Caroline was really scared. Their so-called 'First Officer' Jonathan had disappeared around the same time that Julie had. Either they'd run off together or somebody wanted it too look like they had.

Knowing Julie, the former was quite possible.

But it didn't really make sense. The only thing missing from Julie's room was one pair of pajamas and Julie herself.

Another thing was the necklace. On Julie's 13th birthday, her grandmother had given her an antique cameo necklace. As far as Caroline knew, the girl only took it off to sleep. There, on the bedside table, it sat.

Caroline carefully picked it up. The lovely silver chain looked so thin, so fragile…

Julie's grandmother had died only a year after she gave Julie the necklace. The girl wore it in memory of her grandmother. But now Julie herself seemed dead.

At that moment, Caroline decided to wear the necklace until her cousin came back. If the girl came back…

(Teenagers are so very dramatic. Julie had hardly been gone for a day and people were practically planning her funeral!)

Dear Jonathan,

Though you probably won't ever read this letter, its nice to be writing to somebody familiar. Miss Deanna says it's a good idea in this and, as a psychologist, she probably quite right. I've had a terribly eventful day. So far, nothing has made much sense to me.

I should start from the very beginning….

Last night I fell asleep in my bed at Aunt Beth's house. This morning, however, I woke up beneath a table. Before today I'd never seen that table or the bar it was in. I learned that I wasn't supposed to be there from the bartender (who wore a very strange hat). She called security on me, causing me to panic and run away.

I didn't run very far before (literally) running into a self-professed android named Data. He was quite polite about it, strangely. I guess if you're made of metal, being accidentally punched in the stomach doesn't hurt too much.

Apparently Mr. Data wasn't 'on duty' during that part of the day. So, he took me to another part of the ship to get 'clothing more suitable for this time of day' (I still wore my pink polka-dot pajamas at the time). On this cool ship they can make stuff appear out of nearly nowhere! Mr. Data 'made' me a really cool outfit based on a picture I drew: a grey tee shirt with a cat on it, purple-and-black striped stockings, a pleated grey skirt, and black shoes with a 1-inch heel (Mom never ever let me wear heels, even though I'm 16). While I got dressed in the bathroom, Mr. Data made a waffle and two pieces of bacon appear in the making-thing-appear machine. Though I don't really like bacon, I ate it anyway because it's polite (actually, it's because I was really hungry. Don't tell nice Mr. Data…).

After I ate, I asked Mr. Data why he was so nice to a total stranger.

"Because you seemed too frightened to be a threat. I realized you were lost. You clearly needed suitable clothing more suitable for the time and foodstuff of some kind. Even if you mistakenly referred to me by the strange designation 'C-3PO'," he'd explained calmly.

I then tried to explain what had happened to me during the last day. It seemed that he wasn't sure whether to believe what I said. Then, he took me to meet a lady named Deanna Troi. He said that she might be able to tell if I was lying on not.

When I got to her office, Mr. Data left.

But she was much nicer than I'd expected. We talked about all that had happened… and she believed me! She also lets me call her by her first name (unlike most grownups).

I'm writing this letter because she said it might help me be less worried about everything. She was right!

Love,

Julie

Captain's Log, Stardate 68952.1 (June 27, 2015, 12:45 PM)

Everything seems to be falling apart. Between Ensign Michael never showing up at crucial meetings and First Officer Jonathan Becker actually disappearing, the world seems to be going insane. I can only think of one thing to do about this: plan an all-out fight with our terrible enemy. Hatred for our rival seems to be the only thing all of us agree on. I shall contact their leader about this, even though haven't responded to our last message. Hopefully my First Officer will return soon. At this point I'm beginning to agree with Tactical Officer Rozhenko on the fact that he might've run off with that girl.

- Patrick Barrett, Captain of the Star Trek club

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