((San Fransico Bay, Earth, Dreamscape))
Ed felt the tickle of saltwater foam between his toes as he stared out at the sunset. Light reflected off the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. Ed has always found the name of the historic landmark strange. It was not golden. In fact it reminded him of Mars with its rusty red colour.
Ed looked over to his left. Angela sat in the sand, staring the same direction as him. Her normally playful expression was serious, as if she were contemplating the most dire of questions. For just a moment, Angela almost looked like someone else. Another woman? She seemed all at once familiar and yet not. Ed blinked. Angela was back. She was staring at him.
Spears: ::Softly:: Are you alright?
Heartmier: ::Shaking her head.:: Ed... We promised we’d always be together, right?
Spears: We did.
He felt a pang of regret. It had been a juvenile thing to promise eternity together in first year. Their love was new, exciting, fresh. But they were more mature now, abs graduation loomed for both of them. What were the odds they would be posted to the same ship? Or at least the same region?
Heartmier: That was silly of us wasn’t it? ::A tear rolled down her cheek.::
Spears: Maybe... But first year does that to a person doesn’t it? And Angela, no matter what happens I will never regret a moment spent with you.
Heartmier: Me neither. Don’t you ever forget about me Edward Spears.
Spears: I won’t. I couldn’t.
The couple sat together in the sand as the horizon went from orange to deep red, to black. Ed could feel the weight of Angela’s head on his shoulder as his own silent tears rolled down his cheeks.
Cdt Edward Spears
Lt Edward Spears, MD
Chief Medical Officer