over to her, asleep against a tree, as she stirred. She wore a uniform identical to the black resistance uniform she had worn during the Earth Civil War. Everything about her appearance was the same as when he had last seen her. but her mind .. That was still an open question.
He had waited three hundred thirty-two years to hear that voice say that name. But he could never tell her that. Not ever.
She sat up, looked around. "What ... what happened?"
"What do you remember?"
"I'm not sure," she said, standing slowly. "I was on the White Star, and we were hit. I was wounded pretty badly."
"That was weeks ago, Susan," Marcus said. "When we crash-landed, you must've gotten a bigger bump to the head than I thought."
"I thought I was dying..."
"We all did. But Dr. Franklin performed his usual miracles. I mean, you're alive, and well, which rather resolves that question, doesn't it?"
"I suppose so." She examined her surroundings. "But I still can't remember what happened. Where are we? How did we get here?"
"Well, we were en route to Babylon 5 to celebrate the end of the war - you do remember that bit, don't you? The war ending, Sheridan being made President and all?"
"I think so ... it's all kind of fuzzy."
"Yes, I should think so, we all had quite a lot to drink. Anyway, we were on our way back to B5 when we were hit by raiders. We jumped to normal space, and I barely managed to get us down in one piece. Dragged you and the gear out just before the ship exploded."
"I see." She faced into the sunlight and blinked against the brightness. "Any sign of life?"
"Dunno," he said. "I suppose we should have a look around."
"We weren't able to get out a distress signal before we hit, and the ship ... well,