Memories of home

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Take my advice and go back to the time you came from. The future isn't what it used to be.

-Ambassador G’Kar, Babylon 5: Se2 Ep5

 

2259.365, 2230hrs

 

The Creek’s rec hall on deck 7 was sparsely populated. For all that it was New Year’s Eve, with 90 minutes left to go in the old year, no one was in the mood to celebrate even though the holiday decorations were still up and the lights on the Christmas tree still blazed. Audraya stood near the transparent aluminium viewports, looking out into space behind them. The Missouri had shifted her position, but their future era border collie was still with them. Apparently the peace and prosperity that was talked about by the futurists never happened. Missouri was, from what she was able to tell from sensors and visual feeds, pure warship. Nothing at all like the Constitutions that were just coming on line, or some of the other larger ships, including the dreadnoughts, like the Entente, with their multirole capabilities.

 

She began singing softly to herself, and swaying slightly in time with the lyrics.

 

“I don't feel a thing

and I stopped remembering

The days are just like moments turned to hours”

 

“Mother Used to say

if you want, you'll find a way

Bet mother never danced through fire shower

 

“Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain

I walk in the rain, in the rain

Is it right or is it wrong

and is it here that I belong

 

“I don't hear a sound

Silent faces in the ground

The quiet screams, but I refuse to listen

 

“If there is a hell

I'm sure this is how it smells

Wish this were a dream, but no, it isn't

 

“Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain

I walk in the rain, in the rain

Am I right or am I wrong

and is it here that I belong

 

“Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain

I walk in the rain, in the rain

Why do I feel so alone

For some reason I think of home”

 

Despite the lack of rain, all Audraya could think about this New Year’s Eve, was being home; a fire roaring in the Wesley home in Pittsburgh, snow blanketing the city and suburbs, the memories of the family that accepted her, despite how and what she was raised to be--both home and feelings that she wanted to share with her lover. “When we get back,” she said quietly to herself, “I’m taking Tifa, and we’re going someplace tropical and secluded so we can be alone together. Come Hell or Crash, it’s going to happen.”