Lost
Shepard hated to admit to herself that she was starting to get used to the solitude. She'd spend hours just sitting on her bed, looking out the window and just...thinking. 5 months had passed and she figured she wasn't getting out any time soon.
There was a lot to think about. Shepard wondered what her crew was doing, what her mother was worrying about. She tried not to think about the Reapers, but it was hard when you knew impending doom could arrive on any day. If she could, she'd occupy her mind with happy thoughts.
But the one person she thought of most was Garrus. She had been struggling to hide how much she missed him. Every day and every night he was on her mind. Shepard would think back to their night before the Collector base and how much that night meant to her.
He meant so much to her. So she thought of him all the time and hoped he was okay and prayed that she would see him again.