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Have one James T. Kirk pacing outside the bland, round building that is the bridge to his ship. The bridge that should be attached to the rest of his ship. However, instead of poking and prodding and trying to solve the eternal mystery that is how it works without the rest of the Enterprise, he's simply pacing out of restlessness. He doesn't sit still well and having been doing the same thing for the past three months is not sitting well with him.
Pausing, he turns to face one of the white walls and reaches out to place a hand against it's surface. He sighs. "I miss the rest of you."
Pausing, he turns to face one of the white walls and reaches out to place a hand against it's surface. He sighs. "I miss the rest of you."