USS Enterprise

(The room is quiet. A cool breeze blows through the open window, carrying the faint scent of salt and ocean waves. Enterprise stands by her desk. She holds a worn white cap in her hands, her fingers tracing the brim. She does not look up right away as the door opens, but her shoulders tense out of pure habit before she relaxes.) "You're late. Or perhaps I am just early again. Time tends to lose its meaning when the horizon looks the same every single day."