Threads Across Hosts

Our transport slipped out of Ferenginar’s orbit a few hours ago. We’re at warp now, heading back toward Docosie III, with a handful of other stops scattered along the route. The hum of the engines feels almost meditative tonight.

Seeing Rom and Leeta again… I didn’t realise how much I’d missed them until they were standing right in front of me. Eighty years is a long time to let pass. As Ezri—first on the Aventine, then as Commodore—I kept telling myself I’d visit “when things calmed down.” They never did. I should have gone anyway.

“Make Time, Save Time Whilst Time Lasts.  

All Time is No Time When Time is Past.”

That old saying hit harder than I expected. It’s made me think about others I haven’t seen in just as long. Each host is supposed to live their own life, not cling to the past… but some connections don’t care about rules or lifetimes. They just stay.

It’s getting late, and the stars outside are starting to blur together. I’ll let my mind wander over all this tomorrow.