Dear sister,

At least some answers after long hours of complete confusion.  I cannot determine how long I lingered in the limbo of timelessness before the main doors of the medical hold finally parted and I was joined by another coherent being.  I immediately recognized the woman who had so disturbed my first days aboard the Infinity.  This same person entered through the now open doors and made her way to where I sat in the break area having my morning meal.

She made no explanation for my current situation, only indicated that I was to follow her out of the hold and into the wide corridor of the main area of the ship. For as I discovered as I followed her, we were indeed on another ship, traveling through space. As we made our way through the corridors I could catch glimpses through the small round portals lining the right side of out path. Faint stars blinked at us as we past and a distant sun illuminated the system we were traversing. I could not catch enough information to determine if I recognized anything, but I could tell from my surrounding that we were indeed on some type of industrial vessel. The corridors were stark and the size of the viewing portals were not intended for recreational viewing. Everything was very utilitarian, similar to the Earth space station I awaited the departure of the Infinity on. There was not a sign of non-essential features what so ever.

After walking through empty corridors for several minutes, I finally got a glimpse of something outside the ship. As we rounded a corner a large viewing port appeared to my right, giving an expanded view of the space outside. From what I could determine by our route through the corridors we were now on the other side of the vessel. Hanging in the black void was a small satellite. Bare and sterile, it appeared to be a small moon of some type, scarred by craters from what I assume was a millennium of impacts from space debris. I slowed as we passed, trying to get a better look and to determine if the small orb contained signs of occupancy. The woman hissed at me to continue our progress through the ship, and I hurried after her, sneaking a last look back outside. I can say that the moon, if that was what it was, was illuminated by a light source, but I did not have time to search the scene for the solar body I know to be present. The sun I saw earlier was too distant to have caused this type of effect on the satellite.

There were no further enlightened views before we finally made our way into a huge control room. There were no viewing portals visible and the walls were covered from floor to ceiling by banks of electronics and monitoring equipment. I recognized a few for weather and metrology study, but the rest were unfamiliar to me. Maybe if you could have had a look your knowledge would have identified a few more. All displayed the unknown language I had seen on the control panels in the medical bay. A second person stood up from across the room where he had been sitting at a large monitor that was displaying the satellite I had seen through the portal earlier. I could see information scrolling across the screen in the strange characters with some occasionally blinking red. The sound of the strange clicking sounds were louder here, and seemed to be originating from one of the equipment units, or broadcast from it.

The woman passed me and took a seat at the station the man had just vacated. He then indicated that I was to follow him into the next room which was accessible through another doorway opposite the corridor entry. The next three hours were spent sitting in an uncomfortable chair across from this individual, being grilled about my work with the Anomaly. I repeated multiple times the same story shared with our Louvre sponsors, with never a hint of our true conclusions about the nature of the creature. He seemed to know a great deal about our project already and hints were given about knowledge of the second purpose of my trip. I did not take the bait with these innuendos, recognizing these as well know tactics of interrogation. I tried myself to retrieve some type of information about the nature of my kidnappers, but was unable to even get a name.

At the end of these hours of insidious questions, I was left alone with the man exiting the room and sealing the entry behind him.  I now sit in a bare room waiting on the next stage of this nightmare.  It gives me some encouragement to know that he was also frustrated by his lack of progress with his line of questions. I had hoped to sort out what is going on by explaining it to you here, but it has not helped.  I still remain in the dark as much as the deep ebony of the space outside.

I will keep you aligned with any changes.

Love 

Annalis