Dear Victoria,

After a thorough search of my present environment, I have found no further evidence of where I am or what the future holds for me. The steady hum of my surroundings indicates that we are still traveling, but our destination eludes me. We are not traveling using the Gambol process or I would imagine that functioning normal as I am would be difficult. I feel none of the space fatigue I had heard about after the stasis process, so I think I have been in some type of narcotic induced slumber since I was removed from the Infinity.

There is an exit door leading out of my current confinement, but it is latched from the other side since multiple attempts on my side have not been successful to open it. The small illuminated key pad beside the door is not in any language I recognize, not even the characters, so I am not even sure what it is reporting. Only the red indicator above the door gives me the clue that it is not accessible.

Fortunately there is a small chamber opening off the opposite side of the holding area that contains a type of habitat area. There is a food and liquid dispense system with more variety than the small unit inside the large hold, and a normal sleeping unit away from the vast echoing space of what I assume now is the medical bay of the ship. The dispensary is basic, but a life line for my current predicament. I am not sure what I would have done without it, as the smaller unit only dispensed water and liquid supplements. The assumption is that someone knows I am conscious since the door to the alcove was accessible to me when I placed my hand on the thermal plate for the entrance door. At least that was clear to me even if the instructions scrolling over the plate were not. It gives me some comfort that my current situation has an end, but what that end is I dare not think too much on. It is obviously not what I planned for at the end of my journey. I only hope all is not at an end for our project. For all I know years have passed and you have abandoned our dream in despair at my disappearance. There is a small dread in the back of my mind that this number might be in centuries and you are long gone, but I need to steer away from this train of thought.

The chronometer embedded in my wrist unit is no help. It seems to be scrambled, showing me that it is the year 9999, instead of what I believe should be somewhere in 2248. That was the year I was scheduled to arrive in the Alpha Centauri system if all had gone to plan. The chronometer has also stopped progressing, so I can only assume some type of technical error has occurred. At least the recording function still works. This includes the retention of your messages to me before you went into stasis. It gives me great solace to replay your messages, especially the words about coffee and the art aboard your ship and your enthusiasm for the Anomaly. There is none of our favorite beverage in the dispensary here and I miss it. That seems very superficial of me looking at my present predicament, but since the regeneration of my arm reached a stage where I could add this nectar of the gods back into my diet, I have become obsessed. Even on the Infinity I searched out the onboard dispensaries with the best selections and frequented them often. Now it’s absence is felt since this would at least give me something to look forward to each cycle. I am not even sure how many cycles I have been awake. The lighting never changes and I have no indication other than the call of my own biological needs to inform me that time has passed. The sounds, lights and temperature remain constant, giving me no indication of the passing of time. Even the strange clicking noises have no rhythm and do not seem to follow any type of pattern or come from any particular direction. Along with the cessation of my wrist unit circuit, this gives me the feeling that I am standing at the end of time, never to move past this last second of the universe.

On that most cheerful of notes I will sign off for now.  If something changes, I will continue our one sided conversation.  If not, I will wait here at the end of all things wondering what it was all for, adrift in a cold empty space, void of any other life than a ship full of strangers. 

Love Annalis