Linebase 82, a midsized space station sat in the legrange point of a neutron star, at the crux of several Leyline routes, and a suspiciously stable Vine connection.

    Aboard the station, Hope Aesland, the last daughter of Severus-VI pads barefoot along the corridor to the Commanders office. She touches the attention request pad, or tries to before the door swooshes open on its own accord and the Doctor's voice wafts out. "Come in Miss Aesland, my door is always open for you."

    Stepping inside, hugging her holotablet like a security blanket, the auburn-haired young woman swallows and plucks up the courage to speak. "Doctor Willowsong. I..." she looks down and away, then with a scrunching up of her face, turns back and blurts out. "Grant me a small ship, please!"

    The doctor quirks a brow, then smiles warmly. "Of course, Miss Aesland. Dolce, prepare a Type-29 Long Range Shuttle for Miss Aesland immediately."

    "Beginning preparations now. Estimate time: 2 hours local standard." "Thank you, Dolce."

    "But, I just want to---" begins the human, before the words spoken actually sink in causing her brain to record scratch and reboot. "-- what? J-Just like that?" she asks, dumbfounded.

    "Of course, you are no prisoner here, you need only ask and we will provide all the aid we can to you. You are free to return here any time as well. The shuttle will have a Sub-Persona AI aboard to assist with navigation, it won't be as sparkling a conversationalist as Dolce---" The AI emits an electronic 'raspberry', making the doctor chuckle. "But it is fit for purpose." He stands, then, and offers a hand. "It has been an honour, and a privilage to be your acquaintence for these months. I wish you luck and prosperity in whatever you put your mind to."

    Hope looks at the hand, then tentatively takes it, giving a shake with a renewed vigor, her dumbfounded expression shifting into determination. "Thank you, Doctor... and, please let the others know where I've gone... I wouldn't want to worry them."