Exeter Compile: 52 Day: 1 Dates: 07 - 17 May 2021 Mission: Lights, Camera….Action? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: Lights, Camera….Action? Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.01.01/2025.06.30 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Toronto, Canada,Outside Apartment - SO Ens.( SG ) Stan More / Brad Wilson - 07:28) (Toronto, Canada,Harvey’s restaurant - SO Ens.( SG ) Stan More / Brad Wilson - 07:55) (Toronto, Canada - Star Trek: Exeter, Producer's office - CO, Captain Trip Williams/Tristan Steele -0930) (Toronto – Baskin Residence - CMO Lt Gabe Vespers/ Josh Baskin - 0945) (Toronto, Canada,Harvey’s restaurant - SO Ens.( SG ) Stan More / Brad Wilson - 09:49 ) ( Toronto, Canada, Outside Harvey’s restaurant - SO Ens.( SG ) Stan More / Brad Wilson - 09:55 ) (Toronto - Canada - Pinewood Studios - Dressing Room seven - COO LTjg Paul Sleeford M/ Saul Pickford 10:05) (Toronto - Canada - Pinewood Studios - Dressing Room seven - COO LTjg Paul Sleeford M/ Saul Pickford 10:05) (Toronto – en route to Pinewood Studios - FO Ailynn Bracken/Gabrielle Knight - 1008) (Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Lot 3 Amber Ravine/ Nesha Kervik – 1006) (Toronto, Canada - En Route to Pinewood Studios- aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/Oliver Bader-Pagitt -1015) (Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Lot 3 – ACEO Lieutenant Janice Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 1020) (Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Lot 3 – Amber Ravine/ Nesha Kervik – 1022) (Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Lot 3 – ACEO Lieutenant Janice Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 1023) (Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Lot 3 –COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/Saul Pickford 10:25) (Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Lot 3 – ACEO Lieutenant Janice Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 1026) (Toronto – Baskin Residence - Studio Asst/Driver Trixie Bell - 1030) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Entrance - aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/Oliver Bader-Pagitt -1030) (Toronto – Studio Car - CMO Lt Gabe Vespers/Josh Baskin - 1033) (Toronto, Canada - Metro Toronto Convention Centre -SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Tyko Nix/Nathan Christopher - 1034) (Toronto – Studio Car - Studio Asst/ Driver Trixie Bell - 1034) (Toronto – Studio Car - CMO Lt Gabe Vespers/Josh Baskin - 1036) (Toronto – Studio Car - Studio Asst/Driver - 1037) (Toronto – Studio Car - CMO Lt Gabe Vespers/Josh Baskin - 1040) (Toronto – Studio Car - Studio Asst/Driver Trixie Bell - 1041) (Toronto – Studio Car - CMO Lt Gabe Vespers Josh Baskin - 1043) (Toronto, Canada - Steve's Car- CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok - 1044) (Toronto , Canada , Pinewood Studios , Gate 2 - SO Ens.( SG ) Stan More / Brad Wilson - 10:45 ) (Toronto, Canada - Hotel Bar- CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok - 1106) (Toronto, Canada – Anna & Sarah’s Apartment - 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna Hegilsdottir- 1110) (Metro Toronto Convention Centre – CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams/Richard Evans- 1115) (Toronto – Sickkids Childrens Hospital, paediatric oncology - FO Ailynn Bracken/Gabrielle Knight - 1120) (Toronto, Canada – Commercial District - 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna Hegilsdottir- 1130) (Toronto, Canada - St Michaels Hospital - CSO Lt Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes - 1141) (Toronto, Canada - St Michaels Hospital - NPC Nurse DJ Turkelton & CSO Lt Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes - 1144) (Toronto- Sidewalk– CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams/Richard Evans- 1145) (Toronto, Canada - Hotel Bar- CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok - 1154) (Toronto, Canada - Women's College Hospital, Family Way Obstetrical Group- CO, Captain Trip Williams/Tristan Steele and Dir. R&SE Ash Williams/Gail Gardner - 1158) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios - Exeter Showrunner William G. Banowsky, Esq.- 1215) (Toronto, Canada - St Michaels Hospital - CSO Lt Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes & Doctor Lindsay Devereaux - 1215) (Toronto, Canada - Anna & Sarah’s Appartment – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna Hegilsdottir – 1220) (Toronto, Canada -Toronto Metro Police Precinct, Toronto PD, Detective Drake O'Toole – 1224) (Toronto, Canada - Anna & Sarah’s Appartment – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna Hegilsdottir – 1225) (Toronto, Canada -Toronto Metro Police Precinct – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek – 1243) (Toronto, Canada - St Michaels Hospital - NPC Nurse DJ Turkelton & CSO Lt Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes - 1307) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Parking Lot- CO, Captain Trip Williams/Tristan Steele Illuminar FO, Commander Sienna Williams-Verin/”Farfalina”-13:40) (Toronto, Canada - St Michaels Hospital - NPC Nurse DJ Turkelton & CSO Lt Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes - 1410) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Trailer of Tristan Steele- CO, Captain Trip Williams/Tristan Steele -14:40) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Begin Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: Lights, Camera….Action? Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.01.01/2025.06.30 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Toronto, Canada,Outside Apartment - SO Ens.( SG ) Stan More / Brad Wilson - 07:28) Somehow Stan got out of the apartment. He had to think. What had happened to them? The only thing he recognised was the evil looking Chihuahua. Under the large women’s arm. Was he still on Risa in the tunnel? Maybe they he had succumbed to the spores influence? Was he now laying on a bio bed in sickbay? Maybe he had died and this was purgatory. The space between heaven and hell.If it was he had to admit it was not what he had been taught as a boy. NO. Until he knew more about all this. Stan was going to keep an open mind. A large muscular man in a security uniform . That barely fit him waddled towards Stan. As he came closer his eyes widened. Attempting a smile and failing he spoke. “ So sorry Mr Wilson did not know it be you ay. Do you want yer car sir?” “ Nah.....no time......she’s behind us......mines over there Bradders.” Jeff said as he ran up to Stan. “ Stop her.” Stan said pointing behind him as he ran after Jeff. “ Okie dokie” the guard said Jeff opened the door to a sleek looking sports car. More stopped in wonder. He had not seen one of these since he was a kid. Going round a motor museum in Edinburgh. “ Get in you dingo before your aunt catches us!” Jeff shouted. Once Stan was inside the car sped off at speed. Looking out the darkened windows. He had absolutely no idea where he was. “ Tell you what Bradders. You don’t have to be at Pinewood yet. So come with me to Harvey’s. It’s not that far away.You can hang out until it’s time to be at the studio cobber.” Jeff said “ Aye “ Stan said. “ Bonzer “ Jeff said. Toronto, Canada,Harvey’s restaurant - SO Ens.( SG ) Stan More / Brad Wilson - 07:55) Stan was even more confused then before. Harvey’s turned out to be a large restaurant. That despite being early was filled with people. As the car approached the entrance men with strange flashing boxes. Descended on Jeff’s car until a couple of red uniformed men. Hurried up to them opening the car doors. “ Ruddy press. This is all because of Janet and her dingo flop.” Jeff said under his breath Jeff propelled Stan into the restaurant as members of the press shouted questions. The maitre d’ a rather skinny looking man with what had to be. The most tidy grey hair and goatee, More had ever seen. Walked up to them smiling with his arms outstretched.But Stan noticed that the smile did not reach his eyes. “ Mister Jeff velcome velcome and Mister..... yes.My it has been a vile.” The maitre d’ said. “ Listen Pierre I know it’s a little early for the press junket. So me and my friend Brad wanna hang out for a little. No distractions no I mean.” Jeff said putting some funny looking papers in Pierres top pocket. “ But of course Master Jeff. LUCAS TABLE 19 for Mister Jeff and Brad.” Pierre shouted. As they were led towards the back of the restaurant. A young man suddenly appeared in front of them. “ Mr Wilson......” He began but was jumped on by two waiters and dragged away screaming. “ Hey..... I just wanted to ask him about Genevieve Rhodes.....ow that hurts!!!” They arrived at a section at the back that was cordoned off by a red rope. A rather large muscular waiter stood on guard. He nodded at Jeff as he unclipped the rope. Putting it back as they passed him. “ I wouldn’t worry about them Bradders. When I did that soap back in Oz. The dingos were always asking me about Kimbo. Course a gentleman never tells. At least until the wright offer comes along.” Jeff said Stan suddenly felt dirty in Jeff’s presence. ( Reply , None ) (Toronto, Canada - Star Trek: Exeter, Producer's office - CO, Captain Trip Williams/Tristan Steele -0930) Trip sat down in an office filled with pictures, trophies, and sports memorabilia. The bearded man across from him smiled. He was wearing a Grey three piece suit, with a white shirt and purple paisley tie. However the jacket was hanging on a rack in the corner. The sign on the door said William G. Banowsky, Esq. Executive Producer and Showrunner. The bearded man smiled. In another world, this man may have been a priest. But his life took a different turn, and he ended up in show business. He was a patient person, to an extent. "Tristan, good to see ya." The man said with a smile. "Sorry for the early meeting. Just want to get this over with." "I understand." Trip replied. "Umm, this is about the contract signing?" Trip said, assuming the nature of the meeting. "Yes. Look, its what you wanted. We would have been happy to work with you, even if you hadn't decided to, leak your false intentions." Trip just nodded. "Look Tristan, I've known you a long time, a long, long time. I was excited to finally work with you, and I've followed your career with joy. But this, this kinda tactic. It's beneath you. I'm a straight shooter. Be straight with me. I'll always tell you where you stand. But this, this was an unnecessary dick move. I went to bat for you, told them this isn't a reflection of who you are. I get wanting to branch out, and being in a Marvel project is a big deal. But this, yeah." "Ummm, sorry." Trip replied not knowing what to say. "Look, you're talented, but don't buy into your hype. Be less Tristan Steele, be more Tristan Romanowski. You're a good person, even if you act like a tool sometimes." Trip just looked blanky. ~I feel like I'm being chewed out for somebody else's actions.~ "Anyways, the contract is on the desk. Sign both copies. You keep one of the folders. Bud, you will do gret you just need to relax and enjoy the ride. Now go home or something. There is a read through this afternoon, but its just for the ensemble you and Gabby aren't needed." "Umm ok. Sure thing boss." Trip said as he looked at the contracts. He was unsure of how to sign it. He hesitated. "Everything ok?" Will the Producer asked. "Yeah, just, umm thinking. Sorry for the dick move." Trip replied. "It's ok." The producer replied. Trip then scanned the room and saw a poster of him as a wrestler on the wall, with his signature on it. But he was confused, as the contract said Tristan Romanowski. Then he realized, the signature just said Tristan in a bunch of cursive flair. He figured that might do the trick. He signed the name. Felt odd, made him feel like a fraud. "That ok?" Trip asked. "Yup. No go, enjoy your day." Trip nodded and left the room contract in hand, the clock on the wall said it was 9:45 in the morning. At the moment he existed a production assistant walked up to him. "Here is your daily social media report." She said. "It's got a list of all the mentions of you on twitter." ~What the hell is a twitter.~ Trip thought to himself as he took the report and thanked the assistant. As he scanned the report, not knowing how terrible twitter actually was, one thought came to mind, ~Am I really a dick?~ Trip then paused, confused, unsettled. Because for a brief instant, a brief moment, he wasn't thinking as himself, those weren't his thoughts. It felt like they belonged to someone else. (Reply none, any) (Toronto – Baskin Residence - CMO Lt Gabe Vespers/ Josh Baskin - 0945) The sun shone through the window sash, the sound of the traffic outside drifting up from the street below. Gabe rolled over and hugged the lump next to him "Ronnie, I'm glad you stayed" There was no reply but Gabe held it tight and ran his arm down to where her legs should have been only to find them gone, slightly alarmed he opened his eyes to find that he was actually hugging a pillow. Rolling over to the side he opened his eyes wider and saw the strange room. There was a bedside table, a strange thing with numbers on it clicking away. Gabe sprung up and bounded out of bed the room was not his he took a moment and started laughing "ok ok Ronnie, you've got me Computer end programme" There was no reply. "Ronnie?" The door burst open, there was an oversized man brimming from eat to ear stood in the frame. "Joshy my boy, you're up late. The studio has sent the car already and you've missed breakfast. Honestly, anyone would think you wouldn't want to go to work.!" The man strode into the room laughing as he held out a flask and a small brown bag. "Coffee and Bagel for your drive in. Just as you like it!" Gabe stood and looked "I'm sorry, Joshy? My name's Lt....."he stopped, thinking about the prime directive he went informal "... Gabriel Vespers" The man laughed again pushing the food and drink into Gabe's hands "yes I know, Lt Gabriel Vespers, Chief Medical Officer of the USS Exeter." Gabe froze "you know me? Well in that case I need to know where my crew is and what's going on" "Honestly Joshy stop the acting stuff for five mins, you know your lines stop worrying. Now the studio are waiting" The man grabbed clothes and forced Gabe to change, pushing him out of the door and down the stairs and out the front door to the car "off to work now go save the universe from the Klingon Empire!" He laughed as Gabe fell into the car "But we're at peace with the Klingons?" Gabe said bewildered "Yes sorry, episode four you all sorted your problems. Now work...bye son!" The car door closed and Gabe looked out the window as it drove away "dad?" (Reply driver, any) ( Toronto, Canada,Harvey’s restaurant - SO Ens.( SG ) Stan More / Brad Wilson - 09:49 ) As time went on things just became more confusing for Stan. Firstly although he had asked for no distractions. A small group of people began to grow around Jeff and Stan. They all seemed to know Stan but kept calling him this Brad fellow. Plus there was something a little off about them. They were also the most vanity driven people. Stan had ever met. His inner jacket pocket began beeping and vibrating. A women or man ( Stan could not tell ) who looked like his or her face was painted on spoke. “ Oh Brad darling. Sounds like you have a text or two ducks.” It said What did text or two ducks mean? More reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a small thin oblong device. It had a large screen with an indented button at the bottom. On the other side was a small picture of a silver fruit that had a piece missing. He pressed his thumb on the button and the screen lit up. A menu of little boxes with pictures in appeared. In the top left of the screen there was a green box with a white speech bubble. It had the number two above it. “ Ooh let me have a nose!” The painted faced him or her said. Grabbing the device. Stan grabbed it back. The him or her had a very weak grip. “ Manners....” The him or her said. Stan tapped the green icon with the white speech bubble. The screen changed to another menu. Stan picked the two most recent messages. The first said:- “ Filming for your scene moved to afternoon. Be at Pinewood at 13:00 latest.” The second said:-“ Hello sexy don’t forget drinks at Minty’s tonight at 21:00 love KW” Stan tried another of the little boxes. He pressed one with the shape of a newspaper on the inside.More almost dropped the device. On the screen there was a large title in big black letters. It said :- Today filming begins for season two of Star Trek Exeter. At Pinewood film studios Toronto Canada. Underneath it was pictures of the crew. But the names were all wrong.Like Sleeford was down as Saul Pickford. But it was Paul’s face! Stan had to get to this Pinewood. The answers to all this craziness had to be there! ( Reply , none ) ( Toronto, Canada, Outside Harvey’s restaurant - SO Ens.( SG ) Stan More / Brad Wilson - 09:55 ) Stan ran away from the restaurant. But soon found a pack of wolves after him.It wasn’t just the people with the strange flashing devices. That seemed to be a problem. He kept running into weird people who kept asking him questions about the Exeter. Questions like. “ Why was sickbay moved to a different deck after episode one?” “ Why didn’t Stan know the ships computer would not let him fire a phaser set to kill?” Stan ran down the road. He noticed that cars marked with the word taxi. Were some kind of transport system. He waved one down and jumped in. “ Pinewood Studios.” He said. (Toronto - Canada - Pinewood Studios - Dressing Room seven - COO LTjg Paul Sleeford M/ Saul Pickford 10:05) Paul stood in the small dressing room looking out of the small window, just large enough to frame his face, watching as a group of children were ushered towards a large green screen, watching as each one stood next to, to someone who looked like Janice Hammerfield, he’d last seen her at the innovation expo on Risa, grabbing the small communications device that sat on the desk he walked outside and towards the green screen. Approaching he saw someone who Paul assumed as an agent or protector of some kind moved the small party of children. Approaching the screen he heard voices behind the screen, standing at the edge he took a breath and walked round, giving a loud cough. "I hope there's no Tellerirtes here to bug you ?” (Reply Hammerfield) (Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Lot 3 Amber Ravine/ Nesha Kervik – 1006) Hearing the commotion of the young fans meeting one of the actors currently billed on the show, Amber walked outside to see actress Ava Kelly surrounded by the cute little faces. Amber approached the small crowd but remained off to the side. She missed working on set with Ava, but still had behind the scene privileges working in the makeup department. Her role as Nesha Kervik was a temporary one. Remembering her last day on set in front of the camera, Amber remembered Ava, Brad, Saul and Genevieve giving her the send off typically associated with a character's death once the cameras stopped rolling. Tearful hugs of happiness and sadness, but Amber was still part of the Exeter family by working in the makeup department. Amber walked over to Ava. One of the children looked at her. " Ravok's cousin. You're dead. " the young girl said. Amber looked at Ava and winked her eye. " Nesha is dead yes, but I am very much alive…" ( reply Hammerfield) (Toronto – en route to Pinewood Studios - FO Ailynn Bracken/Gabrielle Knight - 1008) Ailynn was enjoying herself immensely. The roar of the car engine as she drove the short way to the studio, guided by her phone made her feel more alive than she had in a long while. She knew that if she were to bury the gas she would be going dangerously quickly in a matter of a couple of seconds. All too quickly Google maps told her she was at her destination and regrettably, AIlynn saw that it was correct. She swung the car into the entrance, and was stopped by the guard. “Morning Miss Knight. Lovely wheels.” “Good Morning...Max” Ailynn read the guards nametag. He guard smiled, and ticked off a name on a clipboard. “Your new pass is here ma’am. As you know you need to wear it at all times when you’re on the lot.” She passed a lanyard over, colour coded green for actors, with ‘Pinewood Toronto’ printed into the material. She thanked him and put it around her neck. “You can park up over there, there’s a reserved space.” Thanking him again, she pulled forward when the gate had been lifted. She pulled forward, and after giving the car a final dip of the accelerator, switched off and got out. She heard a voice from the public side of the fence and turned. “THAT’S GABRIELLE KNIGHT!! HEY YO GABBIE!” Smiling gently, she waved a simple hi back, then turned to look at 'Pinewood.' ~This place is insane~ she thought. Looking towards a large hanger with EXETER in a recognisable font above the large doors. She /turned to be greeted by a young woman, about a foot shorter than she was. Her lanyard was purple. “Morning Miss Knight. I got Ryan’s message about the uniform. It’s in hand.” She walked at quite a pace for a shorter girl, and Ailynn found herself lengthening her stride to keep up. “Any messages for me? Any of the others here?” “No messages, if you mean any of the other Exeter Crew then I haven’t seen them. Here Miss Knight. Wardrobe.” “Gabbie please...and forgive me, I’m having a daft day...your name?” “Sara...Sara Dwight. Your PA for the upcoming season. Make a wish is due to pick you up in 30, so I need you in costume, and then makeup will sort out your hair. Everything’s hanging up in the cubicle, Pass your clothes out and I’ll put them in a locker for you. You can carry your handbag, and phone, but pass it off to Casey from Make-a-Wish when you get to the hospital. She may just take it, don’t take offense. It’s just that the kids are used to seeing you as Ailynn not as a real person. It’s confusing for them if you look like you.” “I know how they feel.” Ailynn smiled gently. “Thank you Sara. Keep me posted. You can contact me yeah?” “I have your number. Don’t worry. I know how to keep it secret.” Sara smiled as she turned away and unlocked her phone, and tapped away seemingly sending a message to someone. Minutes later Ailynn stepped out of wardrobe, and while an assistant pinned on her rank pips and insignia, which Ailynn found very strange, she was guided toward the makeup chair. A make up artist pulled up her sleeve, and applied a thin layer of glue, and then placed a thin sheet on her left forearm, smiling gently as she concentrated, another young lady combing her hair through, and applying some spray or other, and then tying and braiding Ailynn’s hair into a formal style that she recognised, but didn’t wear very often. Her hair was being set into place with a liberal spray of another product, as make up picked up a hair dryer to quickly dry off the glue for the transfer. “That looks amazing.” she said referring to both the hair and the tattoo. “Gotta have you looking your best for the hospital yeah? You’re good to go Miss Knight.” “Gabbie, please.” It was at that moment that her phone started to buzz. Ailynn looked at it puzzled for a moment. “Slide the green phone” the Hairdresser said. “I had that same model, it’s touchy.” Ailynn did so and the call connected, the voice was quiet, so she held it to her ear to hear better. “Miss Knight. It’s Sara. Casey’s here with your ride to the hospital. Meet her at the front gate.” The call was disconnected and Ailynn retraced her steps to the front. Another young woman, this one blond, and dressed in what Ailynn supposed was considered casual-smart. “Miss Knight.Thank you for this. Oh my you really are that tall. I mean I didn’t doubt it, but oh my. I’m sorry, no offence was meant. I’ve been doing this for five years and it still makes me so nervous and excited.” Ailynn smiled at Casey’s ineffable charm. “It’s fine. No problem.” “Have you been in a children’s ward. Apart from that operation you did in the Pilot episodes I mean.” She laughed gently. “I’m not a real Doctor.” Ailynn laughed. “But no, I haven’t I know it’s going to shock me, but…” “But you’re worried it’ll hit you?” AIlynn was silent, but nodded. “Act like you’re being brave?” Casey nodded. “Shall we?” Nodding, Ailynn followed Casey and sat in the back of the car, turning her legs so they’d fit properly in the small footwell. (Reply None) (Toronto, Canada - En Route to Pinewood Studios- aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/Oliver Bader-Pagitt -1015) Heinrich had never experienced such luxury in his life. The seats were covered in corinthian leather, and there was more than enough room to stretch out his legs. The limo even had a minibar with champagne and orange juice. He had never had a mimosa before, he did not know what a mimosa is. The drink was very tempting, but he knew he needed to stay sober and figure out what was going on. He picked up his trade magazine and tried to read. He wasn’t used to the sound of cars rushing by, the blowing of horns, and the bumps in the road. The Exeter was, generally, far quieter and smoother a ride. It was difficult for him to focus, but from what he gathered Star Trek: Exeter was what used to be known as a “TV show” that was being picked up for its second season, and starting production. All the characters in the show were officers he knew on the Exeter. And it was definitely them in the pictures. But they were all played by actors with different names. As the limo was arriving in the Pinewood lot he found a blurb in the piece about him. “Newcomer Oliver Bader-Pagitt will be playing new officer Heinrich Kruze. ‘When my agent sent me a script I lept at the part,’ Bader-Pagitt said, ‘Dr. Kruze had a certain ennui…’” ~A certain ennui?~ Heinrich thought to himself. ~What kind of asshole says that?”~ He could feel the limo come to a stop. He put the magazine aside as Dennis opened his door. “Pinewood Studios, sir.” “Thank you, uh, Dennis.” Heinrich said. Dennis smiled, rubbing his thumb and forefingers together. Heinrich had no idea what the gesture meant. The only item he had on his person, other than his iPhone, was the magazine. He knew it had important information, but figured he could find another one at the studio. He handed it to a very displeased Dennis. “Actors…” Dennis muttered to himself as Heinrich gaily and innocently sauntered into the studio’s main entrance. (Reply any) (Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Lot 3 – ACEO Lieutenant Janice Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 1020) Janice looked up and stood in a daze, ~Nesha... The kids right. You’re dead. I was there.~ One of the kids pulled her sleeve, “Can I get a picture with both of you?” It was enough to pulled her out from her stupor, “Come on over here – the kid wants a snap,” She knelt down by the kid and handed them her rifle. Oversized for the child they fumbled with it till Janice placed her hand underneath it to help them balance it. While the photo was getting taken Janice’s eyes looked to Nesha, “It’s – good to see you,” (reply Kervik) “How have things been? I’ve not seen you since...” Janice left the end of the sentence hanging. Truth be told if this was real she had no idea when she last seen Nesha. She didn’t even know her name. Taking a moment Janice quickly looked at her for any from of visible identification. Janice’s agent spotting her talk quickly gathered the kids up and took them behind on of the walls to get some refreshments. The could still see through but it would give the pair a bit of time before bringing them back in. Of course – there was nothing to stop them coming back in with a carton of juice and a packet of crisps by themselves. (reply Kervik) (Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Lot 3 – Amber Ravine/ Nesha Kervik – 1022) One of the kids pulled her sleeve, “Can I get a picture with both of you?” Amber looked at the child. " Of course " She smiled. “Come on over here – the kid wants a snap,” while the photo was being taken “It’s – good to see you,” Ava said to her. " Likewise" Amber responded. “How have things been? I’ve not seen you since...” " Since last week, when you video messaged me about possibly helping to make you look alot less tired on screen this upcoming season." Amber responded. ( reply Hammerfield) Just then Saul walked up to them. "I hope there's no Tellerirtes here to bug you ?” “Paul?” Ava asked. “No – no Tellerirtes, not since the Risa episode. I wish they made the hand rest fit the rifle.” She tilted her thumb to the table where the child had sat it down after the photo. ( reply Sleeford) " God I wish I could have been there when you guys were shooting your Risa scenes. I was stuck in Sydney Australia with my grandmother and her new boyfriend who is nearly 30 years her junior. Can you believe the creep wanted me to call him pop pop." Amber said ,rolling her eyes. " Men.." Her eyes widened. " No offense Saul, you are leaps and bounds above the rest of your kind." Amber gently laughed. ( reply Sleeford) (Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Lot 3 – ACEO Lieutenant Janice Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 1023) "Since last week, when you video messaged me about possibly helping to make you look alot less tired on screen this upcoming season." Amber responded. "Of course! – I was getting quite tired...” she thought back to the lack of sleep she had. The more she through about it maybe there was some odd combination of event that might have made her think she was Janice. "I hope there's no Tellerirtes here to bug you ?” “Paul?” Ava asked. “No – no Tellerirtes, not since the Risa episode. I wish they made the hand rest fit the rifle.” She tilted her thumb to the table where the child had sat it down after the photo. (reply Sleeford) "God I wish I could have been there when you guys were shooting your Risa scenes. I was stuck in Sydney Australia with my grandmother and her new boyfriend who is nearly 30 years her junior. Can you believe the creep wanted me to call him pop pop." Amber said ,rolling her eyes. "Men.." Her eyes widened. "No offense Saul, you are leaps and bounds above the rest of your kind." Amber gently laughed. “That is a little bit weird – I don’t think something like that you can just force in,” Janice replied noticing that she called Paul – Saul, “Tell me about it – don’t know what I would do without this guy having my back on the Risa scene with so many people about. It defiantly felt very real.” Janice looked at Paul and placed some emphasis on her next sentence, “Almost like you were on another world.” (replies Kervik and Sleeford) (Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Lot 3 –COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/Saul Pickford 10:25) Standing at the edge of the screen Paul watched as the two woman spoke, he'd heard one of the children ask for a picture with the rifle, glancing over his shoulder he smiled slighty. “Paul?” she said looking at him squinting her eyes a bit, “No – no Tellerirtes, not since the Risa episode. I wish they made the hand rest fit the rifle.” Nodding once Paul tilted his head to one side, "That type of rifle was never meant to gave one, fore grip and thump over the top to hold it steady. " Looking at the other woman he was unsure who she was ad how much he could saw without causing confusion or break any prime directive rules, he knew he was on Earth, he had a rough idea of the year from the items he's read n the "internet". Other then that he had no real idea what was going on. " God I wish I could have been there when you guys were shooting your Risa scenes. I was stuck in Sydney Australia with my grandmother and her new boyfriend who is nearly 30 years her junior. Can you believe the creep wanted me to call him pop pop." Amber said ,rolling her eyes. " Men.." Her eyes widened. " No offense Saul, you are leaps and bounds above the rest of your kind." Amber gently laughed. Laughing Paul faced the other woman, "To be honest it was a nightmare, being pushed around all day under the bright lights and the heat." Nodding to 'Ava' It had its compensations." ( replies Hammerfield) (Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Lot 3 – ACEO Lieutenant Janice Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 1026) “That’s for sure...” Janice looked at Paul a bit more and squinted and thought hard for a bit, “Amber... can we catch up later and see about that make up? I need to talk to Saul a second before the kids come back,” (reply Kervik) NRPG: can continue later in her trailed if you’d like? Or if you want to stay I can retcon “Thanks... it was good to see you again,” (reply Kervik, Sleeford) Janice smiled and gave her a wave as she moved off before turning back to Paul and motioned to him to come out of potential ear shot of the kids. She didn’t want to disappoint them – they all seemed so happy. “Saul?” she stated with an upward inflection to denote it as a question more than a statement and decided to again play it safe with Paul, “I think I’ve been working too hard. I woke up this morning and I have sworn I’d actually been to Risa and looked up at its two suns. Sounds crazy right?” Her gaze met his with one of concern, “You ever get that feeling? Waking up and still feeling like your in a dream?” (reply Sleeford) (Toronto – Baskin Residence - Studio Asst/Driver Trixie Bell - 1030) The 10 year old black Nissan kicks swung around the corner onto the drive, the radio thumping to Trixie’s favourite track of her current favourite album. McChainsaw were an all female punk band, and ‘Mistress of Reno’ was her go to driving album. She switched off the radio as she parked up, and then turned off the car. Getting out, she checked her reflection in the window, a white vest top, a pair of faded blue jeans and a pair of converse trainers, electric blue in colour, the same as her short, spikey hair. A small ring in her left nostril matched the small hoops in her ears. Trixie reached the door to the Baskin residence, and rang the bell. She danced a little as she waited for the door to be answered, and when it was, her face illuminated into a smile. “Hey! Mr Baskin! Your ride is here.” (Reply Vespers) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Entrance - aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/Oliver Bader-Pagitt -1030) Star Trek: Exeter was filmed in what looked like a large hanger bay. The building had its own entrance with its own reception. A smartly dressed guard asked Heinrich, or rather Oliver, for identification. Heinrich had given no thought to identification. He checked his pants pockets to see if Oliver had left something, anything, but there was nothing but lint. “I seem to have misplaced it.” Heinrich said. “Look, you can’t just barge in and out at a whim.” The guard said, clearly frustrated. “We’ve been through this. If you don’t have your ID I can’t let you in.” Heinrich was going to point out that if the guard knew who he was, seeing as he said “they” had been through this, then there must be no need for an ID. But before he could open his big mouth a young woman opened the door and interrupted the conversation. “OLIVER! You’re over an hour late!” Heinrich could recognize from her voice that she was “The Beast.” She couldn’t have been taller than Heinrich’s chest, but she had fierce brown eyes that frightened him. “Just let him through!” She barked at the guard. Her eyes had the same effect on him, as he apologized and let Heinrich walk past. “What are you wearing!?” She yelled. “Uh, plaid pants, suspenders, a T shirt…” “I didn’t mean for you to TELL me! I have eyes. I meant, ugh!” Heinrich did not feel comfortable around The Beast, and wondered if Oliver would have felt the same way. “We need to get you to wardrobe, not only for the fitting but also… I can’t believe you went out in that.” Heinrich said nothing as The Beast dragged him through the set and into the wardrobe department. (Reply any) (Toronto – Studio Car - CMO Lt Gabe Vespers/Josh Baskin - 1033) Gabe looked out the window for the first time ever he had a dad. Shaking his head he made a mental note, this wasn't his dad it wasn't his life and he had no idea where or what to this was. "Morning Mr Baskin. You ready?" She smiled warmly and held out her hand. "Trixie Bell. I'm your new ride. I can't believe this...me driving stars to the studio." Gabe turned and looked at the woman, there was metal protruding from her nose. He looked at the outstretched hand and slowly shook it "who?" "You okay? You look sort of wild eyed...and not in a fun...wasted kind of way" "I guess, sorry where are we going exactly?" (Reply Bell) "And why are we going there exactly? Sorry it must have been a late night what time is it?" (Reply Bell) Gabe made a few mental notes as the woman talked, he was trying to work out if this was some massive hoax. (Reply Bell) (Toronto – Studio Car - Studio Asst/ Driver Trixie Bell - 1034) “I guess, sorry where are we going exactly?" Trixie smiled as she swung out into the traffic, which was slightly heavier than usual given the time of day. “I’m...taking you to the studios...You know? Pinewood?” She turned to him slightly, thought kept an eye on the road. "And why are we going there exactly? Sorry it must have been a late night what time is it?" Trixie pointed to the clock on the touchscreen. At the moment it was a blue screen with ‘Radio off’ and the time. Though she knew that if she hit the ‘map’ button, the screen would shift to the GPS. “Just gone 1030. Today’s mostly an orienteering day, but some of your colleagues and co-starts are off doing other things. more script changes I imagine, I don’t know much about that until I get in, above my grade anyway. There’s a lot of the main cast not in yet apparently, so it’s a case of catching up with makeup and wardrobe maybe, script readthroughs, and the like.” She could see her passenger shift in his chair, a look on his face perhaps. Looking up the road she could see traffic grinding to a halt and an ambulance scream past, lights and sirens blaring. “Ah crap. Looks like an incident up ahead. This could slow us down. You seem like you have questions.” (Reply Vespers) “Mr Baskin, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but you look really confused. You’ve done a whole season of Star Trek: Exeter now, plus some of the pilots set on Mars, but you’re acting like you forgot that?” (Reply Vespers) (Toronto, Canada - Metro Toronto Convention Centre -SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Tyko Nix/Nathan Christopher - 1034) “It’s…. You’re dead. You can’t be here.” "Wow, umm, ok. Well umm. First off, my career and my health are doing just fine. Second, I've been booked the same as you. I have as much a right to be here as you." “I… I can’t deal with this right now…. This is too much.” "Wow, you get one season of tv under your belt, and you turn into a diva. Ok. Gosh, hope you don't treat everyone you work with this way." “I…. don’t feel so good.” "Well just breath. Alright." he said. He turned over to a passing paramedic to come over. “I….” At that moment Geneive feel to the ground. The paramedic got on the radio and buzzed for more to come. He checked her pulse, alive, breathing, but she seemed to have passed out. Within moments Genieve/Erin was on a stretcher being wheeled towards an ambulance. "She gonna be ok?" Nate asked one of the paramedics. "Yeah, standard protocol, she collapsed, seems to be passed out. We're taking her to St. Michaels Hospital. Its six minutes from here. They can treat her there." "Ok thanks." Within moments Erin was loaded into the back of an ambulance and taken to the hospital. In even shorter moments, Geneive Rhodes was trending on twitter, that she had apparently collapsed at Galaxy of Heroes and had been taken to the hospital. #prayforgen was all over social media. Nate sighed, texted his brother, and then made a note to go visit her later. (reply none, any) (Toronto – Studio Car - CMO Lt Gabe Vespers/Josh Baskin - 1036) “Just gone 1030. Today’s mostly an orienteering day, but some of your colleagues and co-starts are off doing other things. more script changes I imagine, I don’t know much about that until I get in, above my grade anyway. There’s a lot of the main cast not in yet apparently, so it’s a case of catching up with makeup and wardrobe maybe, script readthroughs, and the like.” the woman said. As she spoke Gabe looked around as the world went by, taking a note of every turn from the place by knew as home. He looked around the cab for a weapon, somthing he could use to defend himself. He knew he couldnt break the windows since noone could break windows by hand, unsure how the thing was propelling itself the was no obvious power source and clearly no warp power, the vehicles around him were on the surface, this was definitely pre warp earth and as such needed to invoke the prime directive, followed by Starfleet training with the need to plan escape and the need to find everyone else, assuming there was anyone else. “Ah crap. Looks like an incident up ahead. This could slow us down. You seem like you have questions.” Gabe looked up at the woman's reflection. "No, no questions. It's just been a heavy night so I'm tired" he dismissed the woman trying not to engage" “Mr Baskin, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but you look really confused. You’ve done a whole season of Star Trek: Exeter now, plus some of the pilots set on Mars, but you’re acting like you forgot that?” An opportunity presented itself "Out of interest is Ailynn filming today?" (Reply Bell) "Right, if you could take the quickest route to Pinewood" (Reply Bell) Gabe looked out the window again and saw another opportunity. "Actually, I need new coffee. Stop please" (Reply Bell) (Toronto – Studio Car - Studio Asst/Driver - 1037) He turned to her as they edged forward in the traffic. "Out of interest is Ailynn filming today?" “Ailynn?” Trixie looked puzzled. “You mean Gabrielle?” No, she might be on the lot, but it’s all rehearsal and meetings today.” "Right, if you could take the quickest route to Pinewood" Trixie nodded. “This is the quickest way I’m afraid, normally quieter than this.” Gabe looked out the window again and saw another opportunity. "Actually, I need new coffee. Stop please" Nodding, and edging over to change lanes, “There’s a drive-thru just up here.” She still looked puzzled. “You know it’s weird, I didn’t believe those gossip things, about you and her not getting on? I mean you can tell by your chemistry that you do, but I’d have thought that you wouldn’t have forgotten your sisters name?” (Reply Vespers) “It’s crazy actually, because one of my favourite scene from the pilot season was between you too?” (Reply Vespers) “Here.” She picked up her phone from the door well, and unlocked it and after opening youtube, she tapped a few things and passed it over, “Here watch this, Josh Basking and Gabrielle Knight argue” The scene appeared from black, The doors opened and in stepped a furious Vesper “YOU KNEW, you sent me on a goose chase, you knew!” he bellowed across the room Ailynn was exhausted, and had only stopped off at her room for a change of uniform, before she headed back out to check the ITU patients, and file her reports. So she’d been standing there, just in her underwear as the door had burst open. Slowly, she turned around, her temper rising. If she hadn’t been so tired, she’d have been able to keep a lid on it. However, hundreds of thousands of years of evolution were firing every neuron in the most ancient parts of her brain, the ones which overrode rational thought. She’d warned him. “...I…”...It was clear that Ailynn was losing her temper rapidly… “...Tried to tell you.” She was furious. Her pupils dilated and nostrils flared in furious temper. “I...tried...to...TELL YOU!” Her temper snapped. Ailynn took another step forward. Watching the woman step forward Gabe did the same "tried to tell me? Tried to tell me?? You kept telling me to speak to Janey, you knew and you didn't try!" “I TRIED TO TELL YOU RIGHT THE OFF...BUT NO YOU’RE SO BLOODY ARROGANT I HAD TO BE A LIAR.” The last word was screamed at him. She was almost literally nose to nose. "Back then, according to Janey you didn't know then! How hard would it have been to open your mouth and say? Instead of sending me to her? Don't you understand, of course you don't, you grew up knowing your history, knowing your family whilst I was kept in the dark do you have any idea how that feels!" “Almost your first sentence to me, was to call me a liar regarding my mother being CMO on the Hades. You didn’t believe me on that, where the bloody ship is parked up there in drydock, and I could have taken you there. Tell me...honestly...after that moment, after the fact that you decided I was a liar, would you honestly, truly have believed me? If I’d have told me when I found out?” “I didnt call you a liar, I said we both had different stories, you snapped and went off on your own tangent telling me that everything I had been told was wrong. Well you're right, it was. I would have listened to reason, if you could have shown it.” “I...said...honestly.” The scene then closed to black, it was obviously a clip that was intended as a portion of a much larger scene. “You two totally rocked in that.” (Reply Verspers) (Toronto – Studio Car - CMO Lt Gabe Vespers/Josh Baskin - 1040) Nodding, and edging over to change lanes, “There’s a drive-thru just up here.” She still looked puzzled. “You know it’s weird, I didn’t believe those gossip things, about you and her not getting on? I mean you can tell by your chemistry that you do, but I’d have thought that you wouldn’t have forgotten your sisters name?” Gabe sat in the back and thought for a second, remembering back to his time in the school theatre club he blurted out "Method acting!" He caught himself realising he needed to finsih the statement "Not that you'll know about that, I need to stay in character whilst I'm learning words so to me it's Ailynn." He shifted and avoided eye contact and watched as the coffee shop slowly moved away. “It’s crazy actually, because one of my favourite scene from the pilot season was between you too?” "Can you please stop I need to get that coffee, with the slowed movement I would prefer to drink it on the way." Gabe said trying to take control but it seems that the woman had other ideas, added to Gabe's suspicion as she handed the phone over. Gabe had no intention of watching anything she made him, turning the screen away from his face he pretended to watch, he heard the familiar voices and knew the scene that was playing out, it was pivotal in his life. As it ended and the silence started Bell spoke again. “You two totally rocked in that.” "Look, will you just listen to me! Stop and let me get my coffee" he saw a place with a green logo and the words coffee above the door. (Reply Bell) "Look, there's a Starb- ucks" he said mispronouncing the name unaware. "Just bloody stop and let me get my coffee! (Reply Bell) (Toronto – Studio Car - Studio Asst/Driver Trixie Bell - 1041) "Look, will you just listen to me! Stop and let me get my coffee" he looked toward a place with a green logo and the words coffee above the door. Trixie was confused, “I’m going...I can’t speed the traffic up okay.” "Look, there's a Starb- ucks" Trixie didn’t notice the unusual cadence to his voice. "Just bloody stop and let me get my coffee!” “Annoyed and upset, Trixie pulled into the carpark of the Starbucks, and killed the engine. “There. Enjoy.” She stayed sat down and unlocked her phone, numerous notifications greeted her, (Reply Vespers) Turning round to him she spoke, the upset in her voice. “There was no need to be so verbally abusive, you asked for a coffee shop, I found you one. I hope that the rumours are true and Camilla…” She wiggled her head. “Sorry maybe I’m too stupid to understand you super-clever method actors...I hope that its true that Ronnie is leaving the Exeter. Go fetch your coffee.” (Reply Vespers) (Toronto – Studio Car - CMO Lt Gabe Vespers Josh Baskin - 1043) “There. Enjoy.” She stayed sat down and unlocked her phone, numerous notifications greeted her, Gabe grunted as he suddenly realised he had no idea how to get out. Effectively he was trapped. ~there has to be a way out, stay calm and think, how was the door opened in the first place~ he ran his hand over the door frame trying a way out Turning round to him she spoke, the upset in her voice. “There was no need to be so verbally abusive, you asked for a coffee shop, I found you one. I hope that the rumours are true and Camilla…” She wiggled her head. “Sorry maybe I’m too stupid to understand you super-clever method actors...I hope that its true that Ronnie is leaving the Exeter. Go fetch your coffee.” "Ronnie, I was with her last night, she's not going anywhere" Gabe answered half understanding what was being said to him, he found the door handle and pulled it half tumbling onto the pavement. Regaining his composure he looked around "right Gabe, options and choices. Whatever or whoever this is seems to know a lot about your life, stay calm and breath through it. Lots of stories of ships being pulled into alternate timelines, the past or even just being false realities. Just compose yourself and find the crew, logic is get back into the car and head to the studio." Gabe walked to the store, he was greeted by a giant glass front again he stopped realising he didn't know how to get in a after standing there for a moment he saw a door open and out came some people laughing, the door closed but he now knew where it was, striding up the door he walked forward and banged into the glass as the door failed to open. (Toronto, Canada - Steve's Car- CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok - 1044) Ravok looked at Steve with confusion when the vehicle came to a stop. " Why is everyone stopped?" " Red light. " Steve responded. Ravok shifted in his seat to look ahead. There was a red light bringing everyone to a stop. "Ok…" he said turning his head and looking at Craig and his friends in the vehicle next to them. " Pull over!" Craig demanded as he hung out the window of his van. " This is ridiculous. " Ravok remarked and removed his sunglasses. " ITS YOU!" Craig said in shock. the light turned green and they started moving again. " He recognized me ,Steve. We have to lose them and make our way back to collect Erin." " I don't know what to do." Steve replied. Ravok did a quick look around. " Evasive Maneuvers " he said and jerked the steering wheel to the left and the car popped the curb. "AHHH" Steve screamed as he regained control of the wheel as they drove down an alleyway between two buildings " DRIVE." Ravok yelled as he noticed Craig was in pursuit. " Ok ok don't yell." Steve winced. At the end of the alley they reached a street and turned left. The Van followed them out onto the street. " If I get to the 401 freeway. We could possibly lose them ." " Ok make it happen. " Ravok said as he watched the van pull up beside. Both vehicles came to another stop. " Let me guess redlight ?" Ravok asked. He was becoming extremely frustrated. " No, stop sign." Steve replied. Ravok opened the car door and stepped out. " Enough is enough " he said as he walked two steps over to the stopped van. " What are you doing?" Craig asked , very confused. Ravok reached in the open window and yanked the keys out of the ignition. Dangling them in front of Craig's face. " I don't have time for this " " What? Give those back " Craig said in shock that this was happening Ravok turned and launched the keys across the street. " You can't do that. " " Well I just did." Ravok smirked and got back in Steve's car. " Drive." Steve nodded and drove off. Looking back in the rear view Steve couldn't help but feel bad. " You shouldn't have done that." " Call it a tactical maneuver. I disabled their propulsion capabilities without hurting anyone. I'd call that a textbook crackshot executed perfectly." Ravok said. " If they call the police…" " Then we will need a faster car." Ravok interrupted him. Steve began to panic " We need to get off the road. " " We need to get back to the convention center and acquire Lieutenant Cortez and track down the variants of my captain and first officer and ...Commander Merek, maybe I can attempt to figure out what's going on. " " Variants ? What the hell are you talking about? This being in character routine was great at first, but you aren't Ravok, you aren't Romulan. You are an actor!" Steve said to him. Ravok glared at him. " I need your help, I can't do this without you. Besides, mnhei'sahe demands it." He said to Steve invoking the Romulan concept of honor. " How?" Steve asked. " I saved you from the embarrassment of having those guys rip your costume to shreds while onlookers laughed at your misfortune. You owe me for helping you save face. " Steve turned left at an intersection and towards the hotel he was staying at. " Fine. You're right." Ravok felt his stomach rumble. " We need to get something to eat." Steve smiled as he turned the car into the hotel parking lot. " The bar here has amazing jalapeno bacon cheeseburgers." " I can't…" Ravok stopped himself and thought. ~ If I'm human , maybe I can tolerate this cow and pig sandwich ~ " You can't what?" Steve asked. " Nothing " Ravok smiled. " Let's get inside " Steve pulled the car into a parking spot. " Let's hit the bar first and get lunch. " Ravok stood beside the car and put his sunglasses back on and looked over the roof of the car at Steve. " You don't want to change first? You look like a baked potato in that tinfoil costume. " Steve glared at him. Ravok put his hands up. " Im just playing around" ~ No I'm not ~ " Really?" Steve asked " Of course, in all actuality you make a very handsome Romulan." Ravok smirked as they walked into the lobby. " Thank you." Steve replied as they walked into the bar. (Toronto , Canada , Pinewood Studios , Gate 2 - SO Ens.( SG ) Stan More / Brad Wilson - 10:45 ) The taxi pulled up in front of a gate house. A large man in a uniform stopped them. “ Stan More I am here for rehearsals for Exeter “ More said “ Just give me a moment hay.” The guard said. Did all security guards speak like this here? “ Nope don’t have that on me list hay. “ the guard said “ Star Trek Exeter...” Stan said “ Nope don’t have that on me list hay. “ the guard said “ You must do it starts filming tomorrow!” The taxi driver said trying to help. It turned out he was a fan of the show. “ Nope. Now you just turn round hay.” The guard said “ Look yer jumped up peacock I am Stan More. Either you let me in or I will have my friend here drive through yer barrier.” Stan said letting his temper get the best of him. “ Nope.” The guard said Stan thought for a moment. “ I am Brad Wilson I have rehearsals today. “ Nope.” The guard said “ Why?” Stan said flabbergasted “ Because you said yer name was Stan hay.” The guard said Just then another security guard walked up to the first. By the looks of his uniform he was a higher rank , then the first guy. He started arguing with the first. He then snatched the clip board off him. Pointing to the gate office the second officer shouted. “ Go Wilfred. “ the second guard said. He then turned to Stan. “ So sorry aboot that Mr Wilson hay. Welcome to Pinewood. Have a pleasant day sir.” The barrier remained down. “ WILFRED!!!” the second guard shouted. The barrier was lifted and the taxi moved forward. ( Reply , None ) (Toronto – Starbucks- CMO Lt Gabe Vespers Josh Baskin - 1050) Recoiling he saw some people laughing and pointing black boxes at him, someone inside opened the door for him "hey aren't you Josh Baskin?" They said Gabe walked in. "I have absolutely no idea" Gabe replied unsure if he was or wasn't the person. "Sure you are, can I have your autograph?" "Look I just want to get a coffee can you please leave me alone" Gabe replied, he looked around and spotted more of the boxes he now recognised as having films in them since Bell had shown him one. "Suit yourself" the fan said walking off. Gabe stood in the line he spotted a selection of knives and forks on the side taking a handful of the knives he hid them in his jacket pocket. There was a sudden smash noise, Gabe recoiled and the room cheered. He watched as someone rushed over and cleaned up the smashed mug, looking around again he spotted a selection of mugs behind the counter. The line moved closer, he watched as people ordered and then tapped their black box onto another blackbox and left to wait for their drink. His stomach rumbling Gabe found himself stood Infront of the cashier. "Good morning, what can I get...oh hey! Back again, usual?" The woman said cheerfully "Erm, yeh ok, my usual please. Oh and one of those mugs behind you" Gabe pointed "Absolutely, can I get you a muffin, we've got new brownie muffins in today?" "Yeh, ok...two but don't forget the mug. Oh and actually can I get a peach iced tea too" Gabe said getting into the swing of things. "Sure, anything else?" "No that's all" the woman ran the order up and Gabe tapped his pockets, he had noticed that people were putting their hands into pockets and pulling the devices out, his was empty, apart from the knives. "Oh...I've not got my device erm" Gabe looked at the woman who started to look a little uncomfortable with what she was about to say. Gabe tapped his back pocket and heard a noise, he pulled out a handful of crimped notes and handed a few to the cashier "will this do?" "Absolutely, here's your change" the woman said handing him back $20 Gabe held his hand up "I don't need that" he said walking to where people were stood waiting again. His order was made and handed to him, he took the bag with the muffins and mug in one side and held the drinks in the other and returned to the car. (Toronto – Studio Car - CMO Lt Gabe Vespers Josh Baskin - 1055) After working out how to get in he slid into the back seat and looked at Bells reflection again. "I'm sorry, I'm stressed and tired. I'd rather not talk about the show I need a break from it. Here I got you somthing. He handed over a muffin and the peach tea. (Reply Bell) "Would you rather the coffee?" He said to her reflection. (Reply Bell) As they settled Gabe looked out "ok, tell me about where we are, treat me like I've just landed here from 300 years in the future and tell me about here." (Reply Bell) (Toronto, Canada - Hotel Bar- CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok - 1106) They both sat down at the bar and Steve ordered both of them sodas and the infamous jalapeno bacon cheeseburgers. When their burgers arrived Ravok bit into it without hesitation. His eyes nearly jumped out of his head. " This is amazing " " None of the replicated crap huh?" Steve asked sarcastically. Ravok took another massive bite. " Nuul ishh sho guld." He said with a mouthful of cheeseburger. " Can I ask you something?" Ravok nodded his head as he continued to eat. " What was your favorite episode to film?" Ravok swallowed his food and took a drink. Thinking about how to answer. " Ummm I can't really think of an episode" Ravok didn't know which parts of his life were confined to which episode. To him it was simply his life. " Come on there has to be something." Steve urged him. " When Trip became Captain of the Exeter and meeting Rayna." Those were the only two things he could think of in the moment. " Ok. I have another question for you." Steve said. " Go on" Ravok insisted. " Why does Ravok have such an unwavering loyalty to Trip Williams ? The way I see it Ravok is super capable as an officer , but blindly loyal to his superiors." Ravok looked at him with confusion. " Blindly loyal? How so?" " Well Gee I don't know maybe because Trip is technically a science major. The guy took stellar cartography for crying out loud. If anything he's the best helmsman on the ship and Commander Bracken is a Doctor with zero to no command experience. Commander Merek is a brilliant engineer." Ravok looked at Steve a part of him wanted to smack him silly. " Ravok majored in command and control. He took every class in the academy that certifies him to be the best option at nearly every station on the bridge. Ravok knows the ops station, tactical, the helm and I'm pretty sure he could work the engineering station as well. " " Stop right there." Ravok said, putting his hand up. " Trip is a leader. Before the age of 23 he led the fighter wing on successful engagements against hostile enemy forces. He coordinated flight patterns and tactics in 5 minutes tops each time. His mind is on overload. When it comes to calculations and numbers, Trip is hands down more impressive than a Ferengi merchant teaching economics to a Vulcan mathematician who sleeps with algebraic equations tattooed on the inside of his eyelids. So don't try to say that he is just a helmsman, because he's not. He's our leader, he's the commander we turned to when we needed it. I'd follow him to hell anyday anytime. Secondly Commander Bracken may not be the definition of a command officer , but she analyzes information faster than a Tricorder on the highest bandwidth sweep setting. She's more than capable of commanding a crew. Third, last but not least. Commander Merek, yes she lacks people skills, but that woman is fast thinking and extremely adaptable under pressure. Her thought process exist entirely outside the box and that makes her single handedly the most dangerous woman I have ever met and at the same time the most dependable." Ravok finished. " What do they think of Ravok?" Steve asked. " How the hell would I know? I mean Trip trust me with the safety and well being of the ship and crew. " Ravok responded, shrugging his shoulders. Steve pulled out his phone and looked up a scene from the show on his phone. " Look at this." He said, sliding his phone to Ravok. Ravok looked at the visual display of the communications device. " Ok they are in the ready room" " Shut up and watch " Steve responded ==“Do you think Ravok is harping on Caity because he doesn’t want to focus on Ire or his former subordinate Paul or his current subordinate Stan?” Trip asked. “Honestly no I don’t. I think that there’s just a touch more...evidence, however circumstantial to suggest her. It hasn’t helped I think he thinks I’m out to protect her at any cost, took my sentence in it’s worst light.” “I say this with no disrespect, but he’s Romulan and he probably sees the world through the lens of a Romulan. Secrets having secrets.”== Ravok looked away from the phone. " I mean he's right. So what is that supposed to prove? " Steve pulled up another video and skipped a few minutes into it. The video was of a counseling session between Trip and counselor Jestayre Lavorre. " No no no, that's private." Ravok said, shaking his head. " It's a clip " Steve remarked. Ravok gestured to the phone. " It's a captains counseling session. Viewing this breaks so many rules." " Just look. " Steve insisted. Ravok looked at it briefly =="Then there is Ravok. Ravok served with me as the Flight Squadron Executive Officer for a year. In a sense, given the nature of the wing, he has that experience. But he’s emotional. At times he can be a bit too impulsive, and well, he can be a bit too Romulan, which depending on the day is both a compliment and a curse. I love the guy, but he’s not ready to take the big chair just yet. Someday, I know he’ll be a captain some day, but he needs the seasoning. We all do."== Ravok felt a slight kick in his chest. " That's enough. " " See Trip doesn't think Ravok is ready, but somehow he is. To be honest none of them are. " Steve said ,giving his input. Ravok slid his plate away. " This is just too unreal." He said, placing his head in his hands. ( reply any) (Toronto, Canada – Anna & Sarah’s Apartment - 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna Hegilsdottir- 1110) Keira had spent quite a few hours catching up with the world she found herself in, and who Anna, this body she found herself in is and Sarah Rothchilde, Anna’s significant other. The pair had been in an exclusive relationship since just before Anna interviewed for the Exeter part as Keira. Anna has been on the cast of a program called “Star Trek: Exeter” for the entirety of the first season. Sarah was one of several lower tier lawyers responsible for the day to day legal goings on of the broadcast company with the rights to the intellectual property that was Star Trek: Exeter. To Keira the undertone was that Sarah put in a good word for Keira’s hiring. The technology was fairly straight forward easily late information age where computers took exponential leaps several times during the period, however they were a good deal distant from inventing early isonlinear technology. Though, searching through the periodicals on the world wide web, a global data depository, Keira found no mention of the Eugenics Wars or the Third World War, save fictional sources. History here, was markedly different. If those sources are to be believed, this put Keira firmly in the past of an alternate reality, but still unclear on how they got here, or more importantly how to get home. Sarah had been patient through the whole thing, seemingly on board with helping Anna step by step try to piece together her life. For that, Keira was grateful. Sarah had offered an opportunity to leave the apartment because “they were out of booze”. Keira had gladly accepted as this was a way to survey the surrounding area of this unfamiliar city, that she now knew was called Toronto. A quick change of clothes on the behest of Sarah stating: “leggings aren’t pants”, into dark denim shorts, athletic shoes and a cotton fabric shirt this time with out a logo on it. The pair used a cable car lift and made their way from the apartment to an attached parking structure. They had entered a ground conveyance slightly shorter than a shuttle pod, but with out the room to stand up. The vehicle was a lime green color, and was rounded almost bulbous in appearance. It had a circular logo with angular lines inside of it. They entered and Keira mirrored Sarah putting on some kind of restraint built into the chair. Sarah then pushed a button and the accessories in the vehicle came to life. ~No Inertial Dampers~ As the vehicle started to move through the structure Keira looked down at the communications device that was in her hand, Anna’s phone. Luckily it was set up to use by using Anna’s thumb print which was now in Keira’s possession. Keira swiped her thumb and the screen lit up. Her searching of the digital archives earlier had taught her how to use it and several of the programs on the device. She opened one of the several text based communication programs and found several members of the cast in the contacts list. Her finger hovered over one name. Ravine, Kyle. She found out earlier this was the actor who played Ravok on the series. If Keira had landed in her actress, maybe others had done so too. “Nice turn signal, JERK!” Sarah blurted out. Keira looked at her, one raised eyebrow. “What?” Sarah asked sheepishly, “he didn’t signal.” Turning back to her phone, Keira wrote a very short message, in the best she could approximate of Romulan to Kyle Ravine. She reached out in the hopes that Ravok and not Kyle was in control of the body. She hoped that Ravok would see it and know it was her. If Kyle answered it would seem like gibberish, but she could pass it off as a script clarification. She hit the send button. (Reply any) (Toronto, Canada – Commercial District - 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna Hegilsdottir- 1130) ~Why won’t you answer?~ Keira thought looking at Anna’s phone. The pair exited the vehicle having arrived at their destination. Sarah looked up to Keira, concern again crossing her brow. “Something wrong, babe?” ~She’s picking up on my real feelings, the isolation. Everything is so alien. This is not the Earth I remember. Use it, don’t let this be what catches you.~ “It’s hard. Here I am with my girlfriend I still don’t remember, in places I’ve been before. I don’t feel like I belong here,” Keira told a half-truth. “You’ve been great, Sarah, but I still don’t feel any better.” “Aw, babe.” Sarah said frowning and embraced the blonde in a hug. “We’ll get through this, I promise.” “Where is this place?” Keira said, more out of not being able to judge speeds of the ground vehicles yet. “We’re still in Toronto.” Sarah assured her. “This place has a better selection of booze at better prices than those fancy stores by where we live.” Looking around Keira saw bits of refuse here and there. Bars were on the windows. This city would not pass muster on Earth in the 25th Century. “I know it gives a wrong side of the tracks vibe, but the people here are good people.” Sarah said reassuringly. “If you say so.” Keira said still unsure but following her anyway. They proceeded towards the main entrance and as they approached the double doors opened on their own accord. ~At least they got something right.~ They entered and all Keira could see were rows upon rows of shelves full of different types of bottles. Wine bottles she recognized. Others of varying colors and shapes were organized in some as of yet unknown system. Multiple customers were perusing the wares in the store. “What do you feel like?” Sarah asked. “I don’t know.” Keira said, as they walked a bit into the store. ~Because I don’t know how this body handles alcohol.~ “You choose something, but nothing too heavy I’m due into the studio tomorrow.” “Something fruity?” Sarah offered, she held out a shape of bottle familiar to Keira filled with a deep purple colored liquid. “Plum brandy?” ~That looks amazingly like that drink Ravok and I got from Trill Prime.~ “A world of no.” Keira said. “Fine,” she said putting the bottle back carefully. “Why don’t you offer something up?” Keira walked a bit towards the back and picked up a bottle of clear liquid, and held it up as an offering. “This?” “Whoah, bottom shelf much?” Sarah said. “Babe that’s straight rot-gut, neither one of us will feel OK in the morning, especially at three-something AM when you have to get up.” “What about…” Sarah grabbed two bottles from another section. Keira caught something peculiar out of the corner of her eye and looked up to see through the barred window a tall man with a light complexion moving with ill intent. He pulled a black baklava over his face before entering the store. In one swift motion he pulled a modified firearm out of a green gym bag over his shoulder and pulled the trigger taking out the surveillance camera. “EVERYONE GET DOWN AND SHUT UP!” The man yelled. Keira grabbed Sarah’s shirt and yanked her down behind the end cap of one of the aisles facing away from the assailant. “What the…” Sarah managed to get out before Keira put her hand over the brunette’s mouth silencing her. Keira pointed to the front indicating the man with a firearm. Sarah’s eyes got as wide as Excelsior Class Saucer Sections. Somehow she was still clutching both bottles under her arms. The tall man threw the green bag at the clerk. “FILL THAT UP WITH MONEY, B*%#@!” He screamed and cycled the pump on his sawed off shotgun, an empty shell hit the floor with a clatter. Keira made sure that Sarah was well behind the shelving keeping her out of sight. Keira put a single finger up to her own lips and began to make her way towards the attacker. Sarah, eyes wide and tears streaming down her face pulled Keira back shook her head wildly and whispered. “No. Babe, you’re not some Starfleet Officer…” “I’ve been confused ever since I woke up this morning,” Keira whispered back. “but I know this.” She continued whispering a warning her father’s words coming out of her mouth, “ If he knows where you are don’t be there. Stay low, stay out of site, and be careful.” Keira deftly slipped out of Sarah’s grip and resumed her path back to the lone robber. “There, that’s all the money.” The clerk lied. To Keira she looked like she was going to soil herself. “BULL$%*#!,” the man called her bluff. “I don’t hear no sirens. Safe, open it!” He said menacingly through gritted teeth. “I d-d-don’t have the combo!” She evaded. “Use the key around your neck, the mechanical back up to the combo. Seen you use it last week during closing.” He countered. “I’ll lose my job.” She said using the last ounce of her defiance. BOOM! The man pulled the trigger aimed at the vape pen refills glass and plastic flew everywhere. A sickeningly sweet smell filled the air. “B*%#@, you’re gonna lose your life if you don’t do what I told you to!” The woman fumbled with the key around her neck and ducked down to open the indicated safe. ~Now is the time.~ Keira thought as she leapt into action. She charged the man from behind putting her shoulder into his lower back, hard. He let out an “Ooof!” as the air was forced out of his lungs when he hit the front counter. Keira popped back up and grabbed the wrist holding the gun, using his shoulder as a pivot point she yanked back at an un-natural angle. Causing him to scream this time in pain. “MY ARM!” The weapon clattered to the floor. Still holding his arm using his height against him she executed a throw they taught at Starfleet Academy. Instantly he was on the ground grasping his back in agony. Keira took one step away and picked up the weapon. She cycled the pump action sending the empty shell flying, landing on the counter. She leveled the weapon at the robber. “Freeze, Pet’aQ,” she ordered. Grinning she said, “who’s the B*%#@ now?” Dead silence for two seconds. In those two seconds Keira realized the attacker had no plans to move, and two people had their phones pointed right at her. The silence was broken, Keira could hear sirens in the distance. ~Does everybody have surveillance capability?~ She now had the sudden desire to not be there. Sarah appeared from behind the shelving, those patrons who didn’t have phones were applauding at Keira’s efforts. “Babe, that was amazing!” “We need to go.” Keira said. “Do you have any hard currency we can leave to pay?” “I have $50 cash.” Sarah said still unsure. “Is that a lot?” Keira asked. “Y—your money is no good here.” The clerk said. “You’re sure?” Keira asked. “I’ll charge it to him,” the clerk said, now smiling. “Good, let’s go. Here,” she said passing the weapon to the clerk. “If he attacks, well….” Keira said looking down at him still on the floor, “defend yourself.” Keira grabbed Sarah and headed outside. “Car, lets go.” ~I can’t be detained for any reason.~ Keira took the two bottles from Sarah freeing her hands to drive. They sped off. (Reply any who catch the news) (Metro Toronto Convention Centre – CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams/Richard Evans- 1115) Ire listened as Anna talked to him over food. She had been telling him about her part as the one of the Klingon warriors that was there during bat’leth tournament. “I was told that I going to be part of the battle and they had already filmed parts of it.” Ire paused as he tried to remember what happened the tournament. He did not remember Anna’s Klingon during the fighting, but he did have a fleeting image of someone who would resemble her in the background. “I am sorry Anna.” She nodded and gave him a smile. “Thank you. I had a word with the screen writer, and I was told that there might be some more episodes in the future.” “I am sure that there will.” “Keep this under your hat but there is gossip that there will be a Klingon spin off series next year.” “Really.” She nodded. “Yes, the I have been told that he will be part of the crew. If it is true, it will be so much fun.” “If it happens?” She paused for a moment. “Well I was told by Ilsa.” He frowned. “Who is Ilsa? She gave him a strange look. “Ilsa Fergison? If course you know her.” He shook his head. “You know her Richard, she played the intel Master Chief Rebecca Faust.” He shook his head again. He was about to say that Intel was not his department but caught himself before he said that. “How reliable is this Ilsa?” “Well, she is sleeping with one of the writers.” “I guess that would give her some validity on her information.” He was about to ask more when Annebell came back with a large bowl of ice cream. “Are you going to eat all of that?” She grinned at him and nodded. “Don’t worry Richard, I will get help her with the ice cream. Don’t you need to be somewhere?” He frowned at Anna. “Going somewhere?” “Richard, you did party hard last night. You have to get to the studio. I will take Annebell around the rest of the convention centre and take her home later.” “The studio?” Anna rolled her eyes. “Go, go on. If you go now you can walk. We will be fine won’t we Annebell.” “Yes, daddy I will be fine with Aunty Anna.” He smiled at Annebell and nodded to Anna. “Okay I see that you are good. Now Annebell make sure that Aunty Anna dose not go chasing after Klingons.” “Okay daddy.” He picked up his phone. “Have fun.” He smiled at them as he turned and headed out of the conference centre. ~Now how the prophets do I get to the studio~ (Reply none) (Toronto – Sickkids Childrens Hospital, paediatric oncology - FO Ailynn Bracken/Gabrielle Knight - 1120) Ailynn stepped out of the car, and walked alongside Casey, chatting gently as they walked down the hall, drawing gasps and squeals of amazement. “That’s that..” “She’s from that” “She’s tall…” “I hate that show” "Merek is prettier" Casey blushed… “Sorry…” Ailynn giggled. “It’s okay.” she waved gently at the children’s faces that they passed, trading greetings with children, and staff alike as they made their way to their destination. Once more Casey spoke to her. “We have a bag of a few things that you asked the studio to give Jenna, she’s a massive fan of yours and the show. I’ll pass it to you at the right time.” “That’s good of you thank you Casey” At the door to oncology, they were met by a young looking doctor, obviously exhausted, and shoulders slumped with the weight that she carried. “Miss Knight…” She began, a tired smile came to her face. “You have no idea how much this will mean to Jenna. I’m Doctor Hall.” “Gabbie please, and it’s no problem.” Ailynn was aware that Casey had gently taken her bag and put it over her own shoulder. “I don’t have words.” “In a moment we’re going to go into the family room, Jenna’s mother and father are in there, we’ll have a chat with them and then we’ll go through. Is that okay?” Ailynn nodded an agreement and noticing that Casey had taken a step back, followed the Doctor through the double doors and into the ward. She was instantly reminded of parts of the Hospital on the Mars base, large corridors, and smaller wards that split off the main corridor. Doctor Hall led them into a private room just off a small, side corridor. Ailynn noticed assorted leaflets, of all types on a holder on the wall. As she read the titles of the pamphlets, her heart sank, as her brain supplied what she could remember of the treatment for cancer in the early 21st century, there had been still so little known, despite the great advances that had been made. This was going to be a rough visit. Doctor Hall opened the door, and immediately saw a room that was more familiar than she was comfortable with. Reasonably well decorated, but perhaps tired in places, various cheery looking, well painted cartoon characters were utterly at odds with the news that Ailynn knew had been given to parents in here over the years. The atmosphere was oppressive. A dark haired woman, who was probably only in her mid-late thirties, but her face had been aged maybe ten years by worry, a line of grey hair at her parting. Her eyes had been made up, but she could see the pain underneath the eyeshadow. A man sat off to her right, though not closely. He was the epitome of stoicism, outwardly calm, anyone would look at him and see a man who seemingly didn’t care. Ailynn however looked deeper, there was a look, deep in the eyes that was screaming out, it wasn’t that he didn’t care, it was that he had no idea how to. Ailynn watched as Doctor Hall, and one of the nurses went straight up to the mother, but no-one spoke to the father. He had so many feelings that were barely being recognised, and he’d shut the world out. The mother, tired as she was almost jumped up out of her seat. “I can’t believe you said that you’d do this. You must be so busy...you have no idea how much this means to her...and me.” Ailynn found herself pulled into a tight hug. Gently removing herself from the fierce embrace, Ailynn smiled and looked toward the father, who was obviously unsure whether it was appropriate to shake a hand or hug. Answering the dilemma for him Ailynn stood by his side with a gentle arm about his shoulders, she could feel the tension in his muscles soften almost immediately as if the simple touch had said to him that it was allowed for him to be outwardly scared and worried too. “Are those Jenna’s notes? Her mum said to Doctor Hall” Nodding, she passed the tablet over to Jenna’s mum, who passed it to Ailynn. Wanting desperately to resist, she took it and tried to make it look like she was interested, but didn’t understand the notes. Sadly she did. Her highly trained eyes ran over the page, and Ailynn’s mind devoured the knowledge that it contained, drug plan, treatment, obs records the works. “Are these the scans of the tumours?” She asked innocently. Doctor Hall nodded reluctantly. “Best MRI scans we have.” Ailynn nodded, and looked closely, finding accidentally the zoom function. She was horrified to see the detail that she could see. “Thank you for including me.” She said as she passed it back. “You have to understand Miss Knight, this won’t be able to be a long visit, Jenna is extremely weak, her body is going through so much and she only has so much strength. Shall we go through?” Ailynn nodded and steeled herself against what she knew was going to be a difficult moment. Casey tipped her the wink, and handed her a large gift bag as Ailynn left the room. She followed Jenna’s parent’s through the door once more, and through to Jenna’s room. Her parent’s were desperately trying to sound excited, and they were, but the sight that beheld them rended their hearts asunder, even as it did Ailynn’s when she walked into the room. She’d seen pictures before of course, but all that medical knowledge could never have prepared her for what she saw before her, ~don’t cry Ailynn, prophets sake be strong.~ The young girl, bedridden, pale and obviously horribly weak from the cancer, and numerous treatments, opened her beautifully expressive pale green eyes at the sight of her hero entering the room. Ailynn could see the shock, and happiness that ran through the bedridden girl, a flush of happiness that brought some colour to her cheeks albeit temporarily. “It’s Ailynn….Oh my…” Tears ran down Jenna’s plaid, drawn cheeks. Her mum nodded and made a space, which Ailynn stepped into and sat bay the bed. “Hey sweetie, I hear that you put an application in to go to the Academy?” It was a complete goofball line, but it made Jenna smile. “You’re mum and dad asked make-a-wish who asked me to come in and see you.” “Did you beam in?” Jenna joked, a teasing look in her eyes that showed a strength of character and sense of humour under the fear, and pain. “No…” Ailynn shook her head. “I bullied Trip into landing the Exeter in the Staff car park.” Ailynn joked. “No one can come in or out of the whole hospital.” She winked. They chatted as Ailynn handed over the gifts that had been arranged. Amongst them a model of the Exeter, a replica Command uniform, and other collectibles that had been donated. Ailynn saw a picture on Jenna’s bedside, “That was me mum and dad, before the treatment, back when I had hair.” Jenna said, obviously emotionally and beginning to grow tired. “I miss that.” “Hair like Trinity’s” Ailynn found herself saying. “I adore that colour.” “Ail...Gabrielle?” Jenna said gently. “You’re my hero, Ailynn is always so strong, so ready to be there to kick ass.” Ailynn tilted her head, and shrugged, she wasn’t able to hold on to her tears any more, and one escaped down her cheek. “You know who my hero is?” she said in reply. Ailynn leant forward and kissed Jenna gently on the hand. “...it’s you.” Jenna smiled and whispered to her mum, and getting the jist, Ailynn stood up, and kissed Jenna on the forehead, “Keep strong...Commander.” Doctor Hall led her gently out of the room, and into her office, where she shut the door. Ailynn sat on a chair in a hidden corner, and bringing her feet and knees up, the dam of her sorrow broke, and the tears openly running down her face as she hugged her knees. (Reply none) (Toronto, Canada - St Michaels Hospital - CSO Lt Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes - 1141) Opening her eyes, Erin sighed. Not knowing where she was, the room she found herself in was bright. White and clinical, Erin looked around and soon realised she was lying down. Looking to her right, she saw the bag of liquid on a stand and a tube coming from it. Following the tube, she saw it snake onto the bed and into a small white patch on the back of her hand. Taking deep breaths, she tried to sit up and found herself feeling a little weak. Flopping back down onto the bed, she croaked as she spoke, "Hello?" (Reply any) (Toronto, Canada - St Michaels Hospital - NPC Nurse DJ Turkelton & CSO Lt Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes - 1144) "Good Morning Ms Rhodes, how are you feeling? I'm DJ, your nurse, you've had a little bit of trouble I see, care to talk me through it?" Erin stared at the man for a split second, ~he thinks… ~ She smiled softly, "Got a bit of a shock is all. The room spun and I passed out." ~can't exactly say that you think I'm an actress and I saw what amounts to the ghost of he one man that I gave myself to.~ DJ stood and made notes from what Ms Rhodes was saying. He looked over the drip and her chart Watching him as he looked at the thing that was attato her, Erin tilted her head slightly, "What is that?" "What is what? Are you feeling ok? You look a little peaky?" DJ looked back to the monitor and saw that on the whole the woman was ok. "The thing in my hand. What is going into me exactly?" "Oh yeh, it's usually a shock for people, they've only ever seen them on TV. That's your IV, currently finishing a bag of fluids for you. But I don't need to tell you that, I've seen you in enough hospital dramas to know what's what, you could probably run this place better than half the real doctors" DJ laughed silencing the drip as it bleeped to signal it was finsihed. "Oh… okay." She replied, flatly. Turning her head away, Erin closed her eyes, still unable to get the image of Nix walking and talking to her out of her head. Part of her knew that it wasn't him but to see him there, shook her. "You're a nurse?" "Last time I checked. Although, im trying to make it into acting. To be honest Ms Rhodes I was over the moon to pick your chart up, imagine, you here in our hospital, I don't suppose you can give me a few hints? A few names. To be honest I'm not a fan of the whole Exeter thing, completely unbelievable I mean, really people in space. I prefer your earlier work, you know real life stuff not make believe. I've been a big fan, some might say I'm even your number one fan. If you've got a few moments I'd love to hear your stories." "Stories? From what I know, I have a few." Erin paused and looked back at him, "What earlier work? Surely you can't mean the Las Vegas incident that seems to be going around?" "Las Vegas? You must be feeling ill, I've never seen anything like that. I mean your other acting jobs, city hospital, what was that one where you played the woman who was getting a divorce? Oh how embarrassing I should know this, you were in it with that man with the funny nose. Oh anyway, what's it like, with all the lights and noise and hubbub, probably far better than playing that silly woman pottering around in a lab, they really have given you a dud part. I was the first the write to the studio, an actress of your caliber should be playing Ailynn, the first officer...hell you should have been the Captain!" DJ sat next to Erin and filled the chart out as they spoke he hung in her every word. "I'm not…. Sorry, Erin’s not Captain material. She's happy in her lab. To be honest, it makes a nice change. I know that people didn't think I could handle that role. Someone like her that has been through so much, dealt with so much and hasn't grown into herself yet. From what I know, it's different from Genevieve. She's strong, loved and appreciated. Erin… isn't strong. She's vulnerable and… she…. I… it's sometimes difficult to know where Genevieve ends and Erin begins and I'm not making a lot of sense am I?" Erin replied. In her mind, she was feeling more and more like this was a place she could be. She felt wanted, like her opinion mattered and here was this guy, listening to her every word. "That's my point though, they've cast you in the wrong role. You're fire, you're a fierce actress. Hell those other roles youve played have been fantastic. Strong woman and now youre sat in a lab playing someone who doesn't know who she is. Completely not you, really I wrote to the studio they didn't reply but you've gotta get a better role. Bring some …" "Bring some what? It's… I like Erin. But, sometimes, I wish she was more outspoken. When Nix died, she could have raged, especially whether thought it was her…" Rof that pizazz you're known for Ms Rhodes. But I only watch it because of you. What's been your favourite part?" "There's been so many…" Erin said,hoping that he wouldn't realise she had no clue what she was talking about, "...but I am really enjoying doing something different with Erin. I'm hoping that she gets better luck this season." "Why did you become a Nurse, DJ?" She asked, hoping that there would be no more tricky questions. DJ laughed out loud "like you want to know my story. Look I gotta go and check a few more people and I need to prep your insurance. I'll be back soon and if you need me just press the call buzzer" "The what now?" "Well, the good news is there doesn't look like any real damage, you're being kept in for a few more hours for observations though." "So" DJ looked around "are there any Orians hiding around here?" He winked. Erin winked, "It's not the orions, it's the ferengi you have to worry about." DJ grinned, this morning was going to be his ticket out of this dump. "I'll be back soon" (Reply none) (Toronto- Sidewalk– CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams/Richard Evans- 1145) Ire glanced at the phone which beeped at him to turn left at the next corner. He walked slowly along the sidewalk taking in the sight and sounds of Toronto life. He side stepped a charging child with a parent in tow. ~If this is a holodeck program then it is extremely good~ He stopped at a corner with a group of people and waited for a red icon change to green before he crossed. ~By the prophets what could this be. Have I been taken into a parallel dimension, maybe time travel or this could be a delusion and I could be lying unconscious in sickbay? I may also be crazy~ The phone beeped again, and he turned right down another road. ~Then there is Jennifer and Annebell. From what I can gather we have been a family since Annebell was born but what about Greta. I love Greta we are having a rough patch but still~ He carried on walking down the street. ~What do I do. I love Greta but I am with Jennifer and Annebell. I cannot just walk out on them I have responsibilities now, even if they think that I am someone else~ He crossed the road and carried on. ~I need to speak to Greta. If she is still the Greta that I remember. If she is not, then I do not know what I am going to do~ (Reply none) (Toronto, Canada - Hotel Bar- CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok - 1154) After a nearly an hour of scrolling through Steve's phone, Ravok read a few wiki pages. Seeing his life written as a piece of fiction infuriated him. His life wasn't fiction, to him Kyle Ravine was the fictional character, the one who didn't exist, yet here he was in the literal flesh. No longer was he a Romulan he was a full fledged red blooded homosapien. Apparently born in Australia to human parents and had a sister, a sister who has the exact likeness of his dead cousin Nesha. Ravok had ordered himself a few beers , a glass of whiskey and gave the bartender something called a credit card to start a tab. Steve slapped him on the shoulder. " Are you ok ? You haven't said a word in like 30 minutes." Ravok shook his head. " No. I'm not ok Steve. I am telling you. I'm not this Kyle person. The last thing I remember before this morning was having a beer with Ire after nearly a month of him being an insufferable ass. Now I'm here on earth trapped in a human body. I should be out there finding the others. I found Ensign T'kel and Petty officer Sytuk, but they were both human and had no idea what was going on. " Steve slid the whiskey glass away from Ravok. " Maybe you should lay off the alcohol for a bit." Ravok nodded his head. " It's some strong stuff. " " Well you've had 5 beers and whiskey you're probably just buzzed. " " No, no I'm not. I'm depressed. I need to find the rest of the crew. We need to go get Erin. " Ravok said. Steve wanted to correct him , but decided against it. " Let's go then. Let's get her and figure this all out. " Ravok went to stand but stumbled. " Whoa! " he said, catching himself. " Good thing I'm driving. " Steve laughed. On the wall mounted TV a news report came on. == " This Cynthia Gaines from channel 12 with breaking news. An attempted robbery was thwarted today by Star trek actress Anna Hegilsdottir"== Ravok looked at the broadcast and saw Keira's face. " What?" He asked in shock as recorded visuals of the event displayed themselves on the viewscreen. Ravok watched this Anna person take down an armed man. " That's her…" Ravok said, there was no way that woman wasn't Keira. " Yeah that's Anna alright she's so amazing." Steve replied with a look of lust in his eyes. Ravok grabbed Steve on the shoulder. " She's mine. Back off." Steve snapped out of it and looked at Ravok. " You think that's Commander Merek? Like the real Commander Merek don't you?" Ravok pointed at the screen. " Those moves are taught at the academy second year first semester. Commander Tucker's ground combat defensive countermeasures, introduction to away team protocols. You really think an actress is that well prepared for a role? " Steve looked at Ravok and shrugged his shoulders. " This is starting to scare me." " Join the club Elf ears. We have to go get Erin, then go get her. " Ravok said as he got Kyle's credit card back from the bartender. " You mean to tell me that I get to drive not only you, but those two around as well? Maybe we can find Ava Kelly too. I love redheads." Steve said smiling. Ravok looked at him and tilted his head. " Yeah power down the photon torpedoes buddy. " I'm sorry ." Steve replied. " Now if we pick up Commander Bracken I'm gonna lose my mind." " STEVE!" Ravok yelled as he walked out the door. Steve turned and looked to see Ravok already out the door and ran after him. ( reply any) (Toronto, Canada - Women's College Hospital, Family Way Obstetrical Group- CO, Captain Trip Williams/Tristan Steele and Dir. R&SE Ash Williams/Gail Gardner - 1158) “Alright, lets do this.” Trip said to himself as he entered into the waiting room.. “His” phone, which was actually the phone of Tristan Steele, his doppleganger, gave this place as the address and a note to meet “Gail” there. He entered the waiting area and looked around. He didn’t see this Gail. He was early, he wanted to make sure he was early. Get intel. He found a chair and sat down. He needed to see her, to see his Ash. His nap didn’t snap him back. He was still stuck in the odd reality. But if anyone could help him, he knew it was her, Gail walked down the corridor at a steady pace. She was aware of one or two stares as she passed, but she had long since got over that. Her situation had been in every newspaper, magazine and gossip column for two months now, and it had long since passed her by as a source of upset. The one thing that she was still furious about was the loss of the lead for Wonder Woman, sacked for being pregnant by a director who she privately wished would forever burn in hell. Her lawyers had caved too, even though she had a signature on the contract there was a single coverall sentence mentioning, ‘change of artistic direction’ and the studio had seen fit to use this as an excuse to recast. She turned into the waiting room and sighed. It wasn’t as though she precisely blamed Tristan, what had happened had happened, it just made things difficult. Making it to the reception desk she was instantly greeted by the receptionist. “Hi there. Welcome Ms Gardner,” “Hi I have a twelve o’clock sonogram?” her gentle, warm tone carried over the room slightly more than she’d probably intended. “I have you Ma’am. Take a seat, we’re running right on schedule, so you won’t have long.” “Thank you.” Gail smiled and turned, glad to see that Tristan was already here, she walked over and sat on a chair next but one to him, leaving a chair in between them, where she put her bag. “Hey,” Trip said weakly, not knowing what to say. It was here, his Ash. But at the same time, he knew, in his gut, she wasn’t. It was something in her eyes. Ash’s twinkle wasn’t there. He tried to read her, but he could tell that whatever brought him here, whatever took away his scars and his tattoos, had also taken away his empathic skills. “I thought I’d get here early...because well you know.” He said, trying to play the part. “Hey there.” Gail answered with a nod. Her manner wasn’t cold, just reserved. “I appreciate you being here. I know how busy you are.” “Yeah, well, I mean kinda my fault right.” He laughed awkwardly. “I just...kid deserves two parents, right? Even if the mom hates the dad.” He was fishing, fishing for a reaction. He wasn’t Trip the Captain or Tristan the actor, he was Trip the flight squadron CO, the strategist, getting intel for a battle plan. “I know.” she said. “Takes two to tango though.” she opened her bag and pulled out her perinatal notes. “I don’t hate you, she said, “Not exactly.” She half smiled. “We always got on well, and you stood up for me when I needed help. I’ll always appreciate that.” “But…” he said sensing a but. “It’s just not the way I wanted this moment in my life to be going that’s all, whoever I’d be with. No-one as it happens.” She shrugged and half smiled, an empty gesture. “And instead here I am, knock you up during break up sex and you get fired for it. And I’ve moved on and you’re…” he paused. He didn’t know how to frame the question. He wanted intel, but he also wanted to hold her, kiss her, tell her it was ok. She was his kryptonite, even if she didn’t know it. “...playing Ashlyn. Who I admit has become a bigger role than I first thought.” She leant forward with a sigh. “Another Vogue International cover for Gabbie...gorgeous picture to be fair.” she tilted the magazine for him to see. Trip looked at the picture. ~Ailynn! That’s Ailynn!~ He thought to himself as he read the tagline. Gabrielle Knight give her top tips to for taking names and kicking butt on the screen. ~Gabrielle Knight, so that’s her. Ok. Ok.~ “I mean, yeah, but…..who wants to be on the cover of a magazine?” “You kidding?” Gail looked at him oddly. “Take a look at your wrestling quarterlies and say that again.” she smiled. “You’re being a goof today.” Footsteps came across toward them. “Ms Gardner, If you want to come through to room one?” The nurses voice was gentle, but probing and firm. “Is the Gentleman with you?” Gail nodded. “Yeah he is.” she smiled and nodded at Tristan. “Yeah umm… yeah.” He said waiting for “Gail’s” cue. She followed the nurse into the room, and sat on the bed when directed, the door closed behind them all. “Thank you Ms Gardner. If you can lie back and lift your top, and lower your waistband, I’m going to proceed with the scan.” The Doctor was already in the room, and his pleasant smile put Gail at ease. “Of course.” She did as she was asked. “Now the purpose of the scan is to check everything is all going well, I might be silent as I make some measurements, don’t take my silence as anything other than concentration. Now. If we are able to and if we have time, are you wanting to know the sex of your baby today?” “It’s a boy.” Trip said without thinking. Just a hypothesis. A feeling. A hope Gail shook her head but smiled, and spoke to the Doctor. “He has four brothers. His mother I think had this crazy theory about some families only ever making boys or girls.” The Doctor smiled. “I know of your family Mr Steele. My brother’s a big fan.” He turned to the Screen, and then picked up a probe from the front of the terminal, and applied the gel. “Cold I’m afraid.” pressing it against Gail’s lower abdomen, he moved it gently. Gail turned to Tristan. “You okay?” she asked. “You’ve been here before, why are you looking so strangely at the Ultrasound machine?” the Doctor moved the probe around as she spoke. Clicks and beeps from the machine as he made measurements. And the occasional whir of paper coming out the printer at the bottom of the device. Trip wanted to say that it was all so retro. But he didn’t...didn’t want to sound like a lunatic. There were many approaches to dealing with a scenario like the one he found himself in, but he decided that he’d do his best to play the game for awhile. All he knew, is looking at Ash and the way she looked at him, he knew something was off. She didn’t look at him with love in her eyes. It was something else. It was a look of respect, but like she tolerated his being there out of convenience. “Sorry, just, a lot on my mind. Like I’m in a bad dream or something.” “You’re keyed up again.” She said. “New season and all that. You eating well or is Faith making you go out to her favourite restaurants all too often?” She smiled. “Umm…. yeah, I uh, I’m good. Just off. Maybe need to hit the gym, clear my head,” Gail nodded. “Get an early night too.” “Can I ask a silly question, is this world right or real to you. Like you know, maybe you woke up and felt like yesterday you were in another place?” Looking at him, Gail frowned. “No...sorry Tris, totally real.” drawing a breath, she continued. “Maybe you do need to blow off some steam, or take a couple of months vacation. A nice beach, maybe a cabin with a view. That’s what you need.” ~Guess she doesn’t know. Yeah, she’s not my Ash. If she was my Ash….I’d….I’d know.~ Trip thought to himself. “I’m ok.” “So Ms Gardner. Happy to say all is well. Lovely and healthy, as you know you’re 20..21 weeks along. Now the nitty-gritty. The baby is long, going on age and leg length, you’re looking at 9.5lb at birth.” Trip nodded. “So the sex?” The Doctor asked. “Was pretty good...Oooh you didn’t mean that did you…?” Gail said without thinking. “Not the first time I’ve heard that. “Of the baby...yeah.” The Doctor looked over at the pair of them. “Only pretty good,” Trip whispered to “Gail”. Gail laughed warmly. “Shut up I really need a wee, I’ve been holding it.” The Doctor smiled at them. “Maybe there’s something to mama Steele’s theory...It’s a boy.” ~Drew!~ Trip thought to himself ~….maybe….kind of….what if? What if….no….I don’t know….too many questions.~ “Called it!” Trip said playing a part. Gail shook her head and smiled once more as she wiped the gel off her abdomen. “You ass.” she said, good naturedly. She regarded him, in a friendly manner. “Look...Tris?” “Yes Ash.” he said on instinct. Gail turned to him and looked at him really strangely. “What? Tristan...It’s Gail...Have you got a concussion again?” “Sorry,” he said with a laugh. “I was being silly,” ~Can’t say it was bourbon, because apparently, according to the interview I listened to. Tristan is apparently a teetotal, no alcohol, no smoking, no drugs. Would be a dead give away I’m not Tristan if I said I was hungover.~ Gail sighed, “Look, I know that it didn’t work between us, but you stood by me and took a lot of ‘bad guy’ hits that you didn’t need to. You’ve been a good friend, and I respect you so much for that. I don’t completely hate your guts.” “I appreciate that. I mean, what sort of father doesn’t show up for his kid. Even if he and the mother aren’t together. Even if he apparently has someone else. A man’s responsibility is to his duty and my duty is to our son. Means I’m here for you. No matter what.” "I know" Gail said as she turned and slipped off the bed. "And seriously, thank you. I know that you get messages that I hate you, but a lot of that is hormonal, you know." She paused "season two tomorrow then...I heard rumours…" “As for me not returning for season 3, the leak was to rework my contract for other projects. I’m staying, I know some of your fans on something called twitter said my leaving was gonna screw you out of another job.” Trip paused, he should never have searched Tristan’s name on Twitter. He was now convinced twitter was the metaphorical devil. “But I’m locked in for three more years. So at least your job is safe.” "Seiously...the studio need to improve. I get more details off screenrant than from them. I don't know who their 'inside source is but they're always on the money." She said. “Well, I leaked I wasn’t coming back for season 3. One of my business advisors said it would be a good, ploy. A dick move for sure. But I have to ask, am I really as much a tool as the “Gail Army” says I am. "You like this? no. You know you're not. Some fans are...a little more zealous than others is all. The you that is "the real deal" persona is...harder to live with." She smiled. "At least you don't pour beer over yourself like that other idiot." “Well yeah. I guess,” ~The Real Deal persona? Must ask questions later.~ Trip thought to himself. "Tris...are you okay? You seem really jittery today. Less...and you should take this as a compliment…less 'full on.' All okay at home?" She asked, her voice had a tone of respectful concern in it. “Yeah, umm…it’s all good.” He paused, “Besides you don’t want to hear about your, umm ex’s homelife. And all its….naked….” Trip stopped himself from saying something stupider. “Truths.” "No…" she smiled "probs not." “What about you, surely another guy has entered into your picture.” Gail sighed."no one. If anyone is interested they are keeping silent. Besides…" she drew a breath and thought carefully, then carried on. "Man with a child elsewhere can still settle down and carry on fairly well. Girl with a child, even in showbiz its a lot harder, double standard you know that." “Oh….yeah….ummm...sorry.” He said awkwardly, “What about umm work?” he said trying to change the subject. "Work? Well…I have a couple of voice things, an audio book reading, then..." she placed a hand on her abdomen, after this guy joins the world, I'll have some time, but a couple of things are being greenlit for filming next year. One is a cert. Should be fun. Just got to get back into fighting shape.” “Oh that's umm good.” he said, not really sure what anything she said meant. “So doc, we almost done here?” Trip said turning to the doctor. He wanted to get “Gail” into a more private situation to ask more personal questions "You're both good to go." He handed over some pictures to Gail. "With your permission?" He looked at her, and after she nodded handed a couple over to Tristan too. "Don't get those hot it's thermal paper. The amount of people who try and laminate these is Unreal." “Uh sure.” ~Paper? Oh yeah. That stuff.~ “Thanks doc.” Gail thanked the Doctor and left the room, then turned to Tristan. "You sure you're okay?" “Can I tell you something, and promise not to laugh?” Trip looked at her. She looked back at him, but her eyes, the love in Ash’s eyes were gone. But he just hoped maybe if he told her the truth, maybe he’d wake up. Maybe she’d wake up. He just...he wanted his Ash, but this wasn’t her. She looked at him. There was an expression that she'd never seen before in his eyes...uncertainty. "Sure. I mean...yeah of course." Gail looked at him, concerned, and she rubbed his upper arm amiably. “My name is Captain Trip Williams, I am 23 years old. I woke up this morning in this world, where I am supposedly a 33 year old man, where I am an actor and a pro wrestler, dating a model, and apparently still smart enough to try and date you. I don’t know who Tristan Steele or Romanowski or whatever my name is, is. I am Trip. And I’m lost, and I need help.” Gail sighed. "Tristan...seriously what's wrong? If you're trying to woo me over like that silly pick up scene on Risa, that ship has sailed. I like you as the father of my child and a supportive friend. I do...but please...this "I'm Trip" is pushing it a little too far towards crazyville. I'm sorry to be blunt." Trip looked at her, sadness in his heart. It wasn’t his Ash. His Ash, even if she thought someone was crazy, would at least take them as they were and work her way from there. Gail, dismissed him outright. Whatever happened, it was clear. While Gail tolerated him and cared for him due to their, connection, that was it. She wasn’t going to be the ally he needed. “Yeah, sorry….my brother bet my to try it. Looks like he owes me some…...currency.” ~Need to brush up on my slang.~ "Look...take care of yourself. You have things full on I know. Just...remember to have some you time and recentre yeah?" “Yeah, later.” Trip said, giving Gail a hug. “Take care.” "Hey!" She hugged back and lifted her head. Kissing him gently on the cheek. "Thank you so much for coming. It does mean a lot to me...really it does." She smiled. “Always.” He nodded. He looked her in the eyes one last time. She wasn’t Ash. Trip then made his way to the parking garage. He was defeated, dejected, down. He had hoped seeing Gail might fix things, make him feel better. But it didn’t, rather than have his spirits lifted, he was more deflated than he had been in awhile. What if he had hit his head. What if he was Tristan. Who was he? (reply none) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios - Exeter Showrunner William G. Banowsky, Esq.- 1215) "Great, just great." Will said grumpily as he hung up the office phone. "Do I need to hire a babysitter for every single actor on my show." To say that he was frustrated was an understatement. First the star of his show was leaking behind the scenes stuff to the press to get a more favorable contract. Then another of the cast starts acting all weird and passes out and is sent to the hospital. This after, according to reports, she told another actor that he was supposed to be dead. And now another one of his stars breaks up a robbery, then flees the scene as if she was the one in trouble. It was surreal. Shooting started tomorrow and his cast was bringing publicity to the filming that he was unsure what to make of. I mean he hoped that Gen would be ok and was glad Anna was heroic. But why couldn't Anna have just stayed behind and taken the praise. Why did Gen tell Nate Christopher he was dead, and why were there reports of one of his actors being involved in weird stuff with some LARPers. Some news agency wanted to know about the robbery gone wrong, the Toronto Police needed to track down Anna for a statement. TMZ was having a field day, and all he wanted to do was start production in peace. Some days he wondered if life would have been better that instead of pursuing a career in writing, producing, and entertainment he would have just had the courage to go to seminary. Certainly, if he had, he wouldn't be responsible for a diverse and unique group of people portraying characters on some fantasy Spaceship. Taking out his cell phone he wrote a text to Anna. "Anna this is Will. Toronto PD is thankful you stopped the robbery, but they are not happy you fled the scene like the building was on fire without taking a statement. I've got the number for a detective who wants your statement and Sarah's as part of the evidence against the perp. His number is 416-555-3755. Detective Drake O'Toole." Will paused as if some thought popped into his head if by magic, placed there by some unseen puppet master.. "I don't want you near the studio until you've talked to the detective. You did a good thing, but I don't want this good press turning into bad press." He sent the text and then sat down and sighed. "Should have stayed as the Executive Producer for Power Rangers. Got to be in New Zealand. The actors were newcomers so they were happy to have a job.....C'est la vie." (reply Anna [to the text], any who want to knock on door) (Toronto, Canada - St Michaels Hospital - CSO Lt Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes & Doctor Lindsay Devereaux - 1215) Lindsay downloaded the next patient chart to her tablet. Her bottle red hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, she swept a stray lock away from her face and adjusted her black rimmed glasses. ~ Genevieve Rhodes, what brings you to the ER today?~ The doctor thought to herself as she reviewed the nursing triage note. ~Syncopal event at the convention center. Patient unresponsive on arrival, vital signs within normal limits, EKG shows sinus rhythm…~ "Show time." Lindsay whispered to herself and knocked on the exam room door. Erin sighed deeply. After DJ's visit, she had wanted some time to herself. To be honest she was hoping that she could escape the hospital and find her way back to the apache had woken up in. Hoping against hope that Ravok would be there. "Miss Rhodes?" She said loud enough to be heard but not intrusive. "Come in." "Hello, I'm Doctor Devereaux." Lindsay said as she entered the room. Her quick pace made her white lab coat flutter behind her like a cape from the superhero comics she used to read as a kid. Helping people always made her feel like one. She closed the exam room door softly and sat down on a wheeled stool in the room. "What brings you onto the emergency room today?" "I passed out. Got a shock is all. When can I go home?" "Come out swinging, huh?" Lindsay said. "I'll deal it to you straight, labs haven't come back yet, all your other tests look good." "That's something right?" Erin said, clinging onto the hope she could get out of there quickly. "...and you have the right to refuse further testing. When you came to us you weren't exactly able to answer any questions." The redhead began. "I was slightly out of it." Erin replied, truthfully. ~if only she knew how much.~ "I wouldn't feel comfortable with you leaving just yet. Once the labs come back, if they're nothing alarming, we'll hand you your release papers. I want to be on the safe side and make sure there's nothing wrong first. Does that seem fair?" The doctor offered. Erin nodded, "I suppose. I mean, I know a doctor and he would do exactly the same although your bedside manner is a little less prickly." "Good," Lindsay said, "now these questions might seem silly, but we have to ask everyone." ~Oh… this could get bad.~ she thought to herself as she nodded. "Do you know where you are, right now?" "In the hospital. Because i passed out." Erin replied. ~one down.~ "Do you know what day it is?" Lindsay asked. "As in date or actual day? 30th June." "Either is fine," Lindsay said with a smile. "Listen, I feel fine now. Have you gotten in touch with Rav…. Sorry, Kyle yet?" "Kyle?" The doctor asked "I'll stay here because I need to but he must be concerned about me." Erin sighed and found herself subconsciously twirling the ring on her finger. ~Concern...oh, wow look at that rock!~ "Kyle is your husband?" Lindsay asked. "Fiancé. " Erin replied with a smile. "Fiance," the doctor corrected. "Well, all your personal belongings are still here in the room." The redhead reached underneath the bed and pulled out a white bag with green lettering that said in English and French: Patient Belongings. "Oh good. Thankyou." Erin replied, taking the bag and having a quick look inside. "You can certainly call him yourself," she said with a smile. ~She seems really anxious to get out of here, is she alright?~ Lindsay thought. "I'm sure the lab results will be back soon," Doctor Devereaux assured her. "One final question though, has anyone at home or work been abusing you or taking advantage of you?" Erin’s brow furrowed, "Abusing…. No… why would you ask that?" "It's one of our standard questions, plus you seemed very anxious to get out of here. Abusers are often controlling and I wanted to make sure everything was alright." Lindsay explained. "I don't like hospitals is all." Erin replied gently. ~or sickbay, spent enough time in there I'll get a frequent visitor card soon.~ she thought to herself. "Understandable." Lindsay admitted. "How about I go check on those labs and see what's the holdup?" "Thankyou. Sorry for being… obtuse." "Miss Rhodes, good chat. See you in a few." Lindsay said as she got up to leave. "Thankyou again, Doctor." (Reply none) (Toronto, Canada - Anna & Sarah’s Appartment – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna Hegilsdottir – 1220) The ride back had been tense but mostly quiet. “Where’d you learn to do that?” Sarah asked as they walked in the door. “A whole season of stunt work, I guess, ” Keira lied shrugging her shoulders. “Seemed like the right thing to do.” “Well, however you managed it…” Sarah began as Keira looked at Anna’s phone. The indicator was blinking that something had arrived for her. ~Lathuel!~ She happily thought as she opened the program. It was not Ravok but someone else. “Sarah who is Mister Banowsky?” Keira asked. “Producer of Star Trek: Exeter. Pay is all automatic and electronic now, but if there was someone physically signing a check like in the old days he would be one of the people that could do that.” Sarah explained. “Why?” “So, he’s my boss?” Keira asked. ~That’s how commerce works, right?~ “Actually, he’s both our bosses, why?” “He sent me a text.” ~Not the person I was wanting to contact me, thanks.~ “Are you in trouble? Did he not like the publicity?” Sarah asked, “If I have to go in on our day off, I will not be happy.” “I haven’t read it.” Keira said. “Don’t keep me in suspense, woman! Read it!” Sarah said and put the two bottles, one merlot and one nicer bottle of vodka. She went digging around in a drawer for a cork screw. Keira did as asked and opened the short document. “Says something about the police wanting a statement. That they aren’t angry and everyone all around is confused on why I ran.” “Why did we run?” Sarah asked now pondering the question herself. “Seemed like the thing to do.” Keira said. “It also gives us the number to contact the detective involved with the case, they want to talk to you too and that if we don’t call the police that I can’t go to work tomorrow.” “As one of the lawyers that works for the studio, it is my professional advice that you do so, before they get a subpoena and make you.” Sarah admitted, wondering herself why she didn’t insist on them staying. “Okay.” Keira said and painstakingly dialed the number. “We can hit two birds with one stone if you put it on speaker.” Sarah suggested. =^= RRRRRRRing.=^= Keira was used to the instant connections of the 25th century communications. =^= Toronto Police Department, this is Officer La Rue, how can I help you? =^= “May I speak to Detective O’Toole?” Keira asked. =^= May I ask who’s calling? =^= “This is K..Anna Hegilsdottir, I was told he wanted to speak with me.” =^= I’ll transfer you… wait, you’re the woman. The one that stopped that robbery. =^= “Y-yes, that was me.” Keira said. =^= Before I transfer you, can you tell me one thing? =^= “I guess.” Keira answered trepidatiously. =^= What did it feel like to whack that SOB?=^= “Pretty good, I guess.” Keira said sheepishly. =^= Ha, Ha! Yeah. =^= La Rue said. =^= Crap O’Toole wants to talk to you now, transferring.=^= Silence. A brief moment went by and the line picked up again. (Reply Det. O’Toole) (Toronto, Canada -Toronto Metro Police Precinct, Toronto PD, Detective Drake O'Toole – 1224) "This is Detective O'Toole, am I speaking to miss Hegilsdottir?" (Reply Keira) Detective O'Toole nodded. He was a man in his mid 30's with dark brown hair parted to the right and a goatee. He was in decent shape and was wearing a white button down, with gray slacks and a Toronto Blue Jay's tie. He had been a detective for about five years, but had spent a total of 10 on the force. "Miss Hegilsdottir, it's good for you to call back. Usually people who stop robberies tend to stay and bask in the glory of what they've done." (reply Keira) "Listen, I hate being a bother, but I'm just a man trying to do his job. I need you to come down to the precinct for a few questions. Not that you did anything wrong, but I would like to get you to come in, give a statement, and sign a few affidavits confirming what you told us. The sooner the better. I can have the front desk give you the address. But regardless, gonna need you to come in." (reply Keira) (Toronto, Canada - Anna & Sarah’s Appartment – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna Hegilsdottir – 1225) =^= This is Detective O'Toole, am I speaking to miss Hegilsdottir? =^= There was a pause, Sarah tapped Keira on the shoulder. ~ Oh, that’s me. ~ “This is she,” Keira finally answered. =^= Miss Hegilsdottir, it's good for you to call back. Usually people who stop robberies tend to stay and bask in the glory of what they've done. =^= “It seemed like the thing to do. Not everyone helps people to be recognized.” Keira said. Sarah gave a thumbs up in approval. “My boss said I had to call you and cooperate or I can’t film tomorrow. So, what can I do for you, Detective?” =^= Listen, I hate being a bother, but I'm just a man trying to do his job. I need you to come down to the precinct for a few questions. Not that you did anything wrong, but I would like to get you to come in, give a statement, and sign a few affidavits confirming what you told us. The sooner the better. I can have the front desk give you the address. But regardless, gonna need you to come in. =^= “If that’s what it takes.” Keira said. (Reply O’Toole) Keira stayed on the line and listened to them give out the address. “I’ll see you shortly,” then she hung up. “Let’s go and get this over with.” Keira said. Keira and Sarah walked out the door. (Reply O’Toole) (Toronto, Canada -Toronto Metro Police Precinct – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek – 1243) The police department to Keira had a long and narrow parking lot. All of the close spots were taken up with squad cars other vehicles that weren’t marked. Sarah parked about halfway down the remaining lot, close to the railroad tracks. “We’re doing the right thing, Anna.” Sarah said as the pair exited the vehicle. “I know,” Keira answered. “If I would have known it was going to be this much of a hassle, I would have just stayed. We could be home right now, drinking whatever it was we got and…” “I know, but we’ve got all day for that,” Sarah tried soothing her. “Let’s just get this over with. ‘Kay?” Keira nodded. They began the walk to the building. Sarah grabbed Keira’s hand and squeezed it. Keira made no effort to resist Sarah’s public display of affection, her attention was everywhere else. She saw five marked patrol cars in a on the right, but room for three more. She heard the buzzing of an impact wrench from an auto shop down a side street. A short walk and the pair were at the front double doors. Keira reached out and pulled the right door open with her right hand. Sarah took that as her cue to walk through it. “Why, thank you madam.” Sarah jested. “We’re here to see Detective O’Toole.” Keira announced to the reception desk. (Reply O’Toole, any) (Toronto, Canada - St Michaels Hospital - NPC Nurse DJ Turkelton & CSO Lt Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes - 1307) DJ was sat at the nurses station reading over the notes, he looked up across the hall and to Genevieve's room. This was the best day of his life, but soon, soon she would be leaving, leaving him behind and without a chance to get out more to the point without hearing more. Although she was a little odd in real life seemed to not know things he thought she would have. Standing DJ walked over to the samples box, he checked the codes against the charts and smiled. Today was his lucky day a patient had been admitted with suspect appendicitis. Swinging to the computer DJ typed quick and ordered a set of bloods for Genevieve. Picking up the tickets and the previously drawn blood he walked over to Erin's room. "So good afternoon Ms Rhodes how are you feeling after dinner?" "Better. Stronger at least and not like a weak kitten. " Erin replied with a smile. "What now? Any news on when I can get out of here? Rav…. Kyle must be worried about me. Idiot dropped his phone and we can’t get hold of him." "We? Oh you don't need to worry about about anyone but yourself. Ha a weak little kitten, you're anything but. Well I need to get some blood work done on you just to make sure it's all ok. But if you want me to get hold of Kyle for you give me his number and I'll make sure we get ahold of him." "It should be in my phone… my bag is in that seat over there." She replied hoping that he wouldn't realise that she didn't know the number. DJ sat next to the bed and rolled up Genevieve's sleeve "you're going to feel a small prick" ~but no doubt that's all you feel with Kyle~ DJ laughed in his head. "But I'll get the blood done. Now, why don't you tell me about working on set?" Flinching a little at the stab of the needle, Erin looked away, "What do you want to know? There's so much that goes on. " "anything, everything, what's it like working with all those people. Actually better still tell me about the story from when you worked on General Hospital, bet it's nothing like the dump we have here." "It must be exciting here though." Erin said, keeping her eyes away from the needle. "The acting thing is just repeating things a lot of the time." ~please don't ask for more details. ~ As she spoke DJ finished the blood and pulled the needle out. "there all done, I'll get your phone and give Kyle a call for you. Don't worry, let your number one fan take care of you." DJ winked, putting the vials of blood into his pocket and grabbing the phone. "Thankyou." Erin said, watching him closely. Something about him bothered her but she couldn't put her finger on it. "Do you need anything else? Some jello? A better room more fitting of the star you are?" "I'm no star. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Someone like Ailynn, or Trip maybe… they would need a room better than this." "Oh you silly, Ailynn and Trip aren't real, they're only characters. You're not really Erin, you must have hit your head pretty hard." DJ held her hand a little. "Seriously, I'm fine. Although, you said Jello? Don't think I've…." Erin paused, realizing she was about to say that she had never had it, ".... had that in a long time." "Well lets get you some then, back in a jiffy don't go anywhere." DJ patted her hand and stood making sure he had everything he needed. "Don’t think I could. That Doctor won't release me." Walking away and ducking into a small room he relabeled the vials and repackaged them, Genevieve's blood was now someone else's and she now had a leaking appendix, she wasn't going anywhere for a few more hours at least. Looking at the phone he turned it off, no one was finding Genevieve today. Laying back on the bed, she realised for the first time that she wasn't wearing her own clothes but something that approximated to a gown of sorts. Sitting up, she looked around and spotted her clothes on another chair on the other side of the room. (Reply none) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Parking Lot- CO, Captain Trip Williams/Tristan Steele Illuminar FO, Commander Sienna Williams-Verin/”Farfalina”-13:40) Trip returned to the studio after the visit with “Gail” left him dejected and defeated. His true north, his constant, his north star, the star that always guided him home, was gone. Whatever he saw in Gail’s eyes, there was nothing of Ash in there. He felt alone. He hadn’t really seen anyone else he knew, but the few he had, to them this world was real. To Ash, she was Gail, and whatever love he had for Ash, she did not return. Exiting his truck, he was hoping that The day wouldn’t get worse, and then he saw her, saw his sister, at least...who I thought was her. ~Sy!, please be Sy!~ He thought to himself. He ran to her, hoping beyond hope it was her and not….someone else. “Hey, what’s up?” He said, hoping that if she knew him, knew he was Trip, he was safe. She turned towards him, and the look in her dark eyes just wasn’t one of recognition. And the eyes were not quite right. Sienna’s eyes were a milky dark Betazoids, Farfalina’s eyes were a dark brown but not quite black. The hair wasn’t exactly right either - Sienna had dark hair, this woman’s hair was a bit more auburn. “Si?” She asked him in an arch voice, her eyes showing absolutely no recognition for a long moment. “Ah, Ciao bello, You must be Tristan! I am playing your Twin in this production.” She looked down at the information, “Ah, Sienna! And you are Trip, yes?” She didn’t have Sienna’s vivid personality. This actress seemed a little burned out and a little tired, as if the joys of performing had burned out the bright light of her. She was jaded in a way that Sienna was not, even through hardship. “Huh. I wonder why they didn’t cast me in the role 0f this Bracken chick. Now she sounds like she’d be fun to be with in a bar. Not like this -Sienna- who can’t even drink alcohol. Whose idea was it to make a character that can’t drink alcohol? It’s space after all, someone should have come up with a fix for that.” Jaded and Vapid. That was this person who was representing Sienna. Trip looked at her oddly. This wasn’t her, this wasn’t his sister. There was something missing. The twinkle of gentleness and kindness in the eyes, they weren’t there. “Well, umm I think we already filmed that.” Trip said awkwardly, playing the part of Tristan as he gauged the echo, the doppelganger of his twin. It seemed a little odd that she didn’t recognize him from the previous season when they all had that blowout bash on DS9. Maybe it was the drugs that she was said to do between productions. She always tested clean during the show but after… she never really seemed to remember from show to show. And since the previous series she had done another streaming show. Maybe her brain was still stuck at the character of Georgia Merin on The Star Shall Guide You, a popular streaming romantic drama show. “Maybe, when I go back to playing Georgia Merin, we can get you in as a romantic interest?” “Uh me? Romantic interest for whom?” he asked. It was a good question, if whoever this Farfallina was said it was a romantic interest for her, it meant that Trip’s fears would have been realized. This wasn’t Sy. He hoped though, hoped, that it was just Sy, ever the scientist, doing the same thing to him as he was to her, feeling the other out. “On The Star Shall Guide You, the HOTTEST streaming drama currently on devices.” It sounded like a memorized line, and if Trip had to lay down latinum, he would bet that most of her stated lines were just that, lines for publicity. “And for Georgia, who I play. Oh, Bracken has a girlfriend? Wait, wasn’t Sienna supposed to be her girlfriend? Writers. Can’t leave well enough alone. I wonder if they’ll want a leaked picture of our characters kissing to build hype? Where IS our Producer?” “Uh, I don’t….know….” Which was honest, Trip didn’t know. He knew that the Showrunner of Star Trek Exeter was some guy named Will Banowsky, and he remembered seeing an office with a sign that said Charles Gatling, Showrunner Star Trek Illuminar. But those were all gibberish words to him. “Computer, end the %$#@#$# program!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, a bit of panic setting into the back of his mind. She looked up at him curiously after being startled back by the yelling, then clapped him on the back, “Excellent immersive technique but the cameras aren’t rolling yet.” Trip sighed. He hadn’t felt so alone, so outgunned, outnumbered. In many ways he wondered if this was how Sy felt on the early days of the Illuminar. First Ash wasn’t Ash. Now Sy wasn’t Sy. His heart ached. “So ummm…..Farfallina huh, is that your ummm, real name?” He was trying to keep her talking. He missed his empathic powers, but they were gone. From what he could see in the mirror, he was full human and he hated it. But maybe, if she kept talking, she’d reveal she was Sy. Maybe. But he was afraid that maybe this was the real world, maybe Tristan did have head trauma. Maybe Trip…,maybe he was just….imagination. She looked at him quizically as if trying to place something that she should know about, “Of course not, it’s the identity created for me when my first teen idol group went viral. I don’t really have a real name anymore - it was changed in court. I’m a construction made of cardboard and glitter, dreams and wishes. But,” And she grabbed his arm in a hard grip, “Don’t listen to the paparazzi. I don’t do drugs, I just like relaxing between productions.” There was one thing Trip knew about Tristan, they were both gym rats. Trip because he loved it, Tristan because he was a professional wrestler. He gently wrestled his arm free and then sat down on the curb. “You may be a construction made of cardboard, glitter, dreams, and wishes. But I’m a man on the edge of a nervous breakdown.” She sat down next to him and watched him, “Are you having multiple personalities? It’s something that happens to method actors who immerse themselves too far into their role, they become it. I think that the set has an emt on staff - usually he gives banana bags of fluids to hungover actors, or treats food poisoning. But he also has VALIUM which is the best thing for nerves like yours. Should we go find him? Or would you rather have a kiss? Boys like kisses, don’t they?” She obviously did not have both feet firmly planted on the earth. “Please…..please don’t take this the wrong way, you’re beautiful, but kissing you….is just not on the table.” He paused. “I only think of you as a sister.” She looked at him curiously, but patted his back awkwardly. “Besides, I don’t need drugs or whatever, I need… I need to get back.” “Back..where? We are about to start season 2, and you won’t have to deal much with me. Have you read how this Trip guy treats his sister? I hope they make up, she hasn’t been much fun to play the last season. All mopey until she met that super hot … betazoid.. Guy. The ambassador? He fixed her. For an ancient dude, he was smokin hot. I guess all Betazoids are beautiful, as a species trait?” “Look, whatever happened between me and Sy, I apologized for it. And yeah it sucked. It’s hard to hurt the people we love, especially when we didn’t mean it. But we’re better for it. We’re stronger for it. I talked to Sy just yesterday, New Years eve, and she’s happy and healthy, and while our bond will never be the same, we’re stronger for it. I would never in a million years do anything to intentionally hurt her. She knows that. I would give my life for her, if she asked, I’d give her a piece of me to find happiness. She’s my sister, and its a privilege to play her, don’t you forget that.” She just looked at him as if he had grown horns, “You really think you are Trip, don’t you?” Some wonder in her voice. “Hah. It must be nice. Sienna is getting a love interest in season 2 you know. She just has to suffer through pon farr to get it. I read all the scripts.” Trip calmed down a bit. “I don’t…...I don’t know who I am.” “Well, you are Tristan. There are rumors that you slept with your character’s wife’s actress. Maybe that’s why you are so confused?” “Yeah, apparently we dated, then broke up, and during break up sex, I or Tristan knocked her up. And her fans call me the devil. But it's worse….Yesterday, yesterday I could have sworn I was on Risa, then at the Exeter’s New Year’s Eve party. I went to bed last night cuddled next to Ash, and I woke up, here, well not here, in my home. Next to a beautiful woman, who is not my wife, but I guess is Tristan’s girlfriend, but….now….now I don’t know who I am, because so far everyone I’ve talked to just….I’m the only one who remembers, everyone looks the same...but aren’t. Now I wonder if I’m crazy. Maybe….maybe it's a concussion. But I’m losing sight of who I am. And before you say anything, it's not drugs. I don’t do drugs, hell I don’t even, I mean Tristan doesn’t even drink.” She opened her phone and fiddled with it, turning it towards him, “If you were in an accident or something, the paparazi would know and there would be info on the net. So if our great Lord Banowsky isn’t upset with you, then everything is fine. You aren’t due on set until later tonight, why don’t you go in your trailer and grab a nap? And drink some water. Water fixes Everything.” “Maybe, I just, feel so alone.” She shrugged and let out a shout of something beautiful and operatic in Italian and was sung in a much higher key than Sienna could sing in. “Cheer up Tristan. A good sleep will set everything to rights.” She moved to pet his hand, stroking and petting it in an inappropriate way. Trip stood up and moved a bit away. “I appreciate the cheer up Farfalina, but, I’m in a relationship.” “Oh well this is show biz. Relationships are fluid.” She leaned in to kiss his cheek and even her smell was wrong from Siennas. “But drink some water and get some sleep. It’ll make more sense in the morning.” She walked away singing again in Italian. Trip was crushed. Sy wasn’t Sy. Whoever that was, she wanted to take a bite of him. It was odd and he made a note to try and avoid her. If he could. She seemed like the kind of person that made their presence known. Still, he was comforted by seeing her face. He needed somewhere to hide, and he didn’t want to go home. Apparently he had a trailer, so he figured he would go there, if he could find it. Looking around, he just started walking, hoping for the best. (reply none) (Toronto, Canada - St Michaels Hospital - NPC Nurse DJ Turkelton & CSO Lt Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes - 1410) Having just gotten back from a scan she wasn’t expecting, Erin sat on the bed in the hospital room and sighed. Still in the hospital gown, a rush of annoyance flew through her. No longer attached to a drip, she stood and walked over to the bar of clothes. Looking around to make sure no-one was coming in, she quickly pulled on the jeans that she had been wearing at the convention and instantly felt better. Reaching for the t-shirt, she checked around again and took of the gown and pulled on the t-shirt. DJ had just checked for the blood results, he had managed to convince the drs to order a scan to check for anything and was hoping the blood results would be back in a few hours. Genevieve wasn't going anywhere for a few more hours at least. He turned the corner and before he entered started talking "Knock knock, hope you're decent!" He called before opening the curtain and seeing a half naked woman, being a nurse he had seen this many times, being a fan he had also seen this many times, given the amount of fake nudes on the net. "Well, the fakes online are way bigger!" "Excuse me?" Erin replied, pulling her t-shirt down as she turned. "Fake what exactly?" "Fake nudes! You know about them, there was that whole thing in Entertainment Weekly." Pulling her t-shirt down fully, Erin sat back on the bed and smiled, "Oh that… it's been a strange day." DJ stood and looked at her "you know, you're really very strange sometimes. Lucky I'm your fan otherwise I'd be worried and have you sent up to Psych" DJ laughed. "Like I say, strange day." "So, how was your Jello, you seemed pretty stoked about it." He sat next to the bed briefly "look, I have some bad news" "The jello was amazing…. Wait bad news?" "yeh, I couldn't get hold of Kyle, he didn't answer. I've left your phone with the nurses station incase he calls back and you're in for tests. Now, what do you think of this for a head shot, I mean, they'll never be as good as yours but I guess we all start somewhere. Oh actually….how did you get your big break" DJ pulled out the headshots and started showing them to her. "Er… they're good… did you leave a message for him?" Erin said, looking at him. "I know how he worries." She added with a smile. "Oh you silly Billy, of course I left a message" DJ got a little uptight over being directly challenged. "Big break? Hmm, surely you should know that, Mr superfan " She winked. ~please don't ask me again. I might have to make something up.~ "Of course I know that, I'm your biggest fan, I know that story you silly. But I want to hear it from you, see you're avoiding every question from me, why? Do you think I'm not a real fan? That I can't handle your story? That I'm too thick to know when you're trying to get rid of me? Is that what you want? To get rid of me? Well I'll tell you something now little Miss, I can handle your story, I want to know and dang it I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, I'm going to look after you ok?" DJ caught himself and stopped "See youve got me all upset now, I had some other news but that's going to have to wait, see you're not the only ill person in this hospital missy. I need to go and look after someone else now." Erin was shook. The way he had reacted to her simply asking a question had her worried but something in her was telling her not to show it. To wait and speak to someone else about this. She nodded and said, simply, "Okay, sorry if I upset you." "Oh and I'm your number one fan, I'll be back" DJ smiled a little and turned to leave Her intuition screamed at her this was not someone who was a fan. When he smiled at her, a chill ran down her back. As he left, she knew what she needed to do. She had read enough and seen enough of Genevieve's life and how people reacted to her to gauge how she would deal with this. So, she sat back on the bed, waited for a few minutes and then walked towards the door of the room she was in. Looking out, she saw the nurses station just down the hall and looked in the other direction. ~can't see him anywhere.~ she thought to herself as she walked towards the nurses station. "Excuse me." A blonde woman looked up and smiled, "Yes?" "I'd like to speak to Dr Devereaux please. Now." (Reply none) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Trailer of Tristan Steele- CO, Captain Trip Williams/Tristan Steele -14:40) As Trip laid down on the couch in his trailer, he was lost, defeated, and alone. Ash wasn’t Ash, Sy wasn’t Sy. He was just alone. He was crushed. And whoever was Sy’s doppleganger obviously wanted….well….it was unsettling to say the least. He looked at his phone. He was tempted to look through it, compare the names with the Exeter cast list. Call Ailynn, Keira, Ravok Ronnie, or Billy. He knew he had a meeting with Gabrielle Knight, who supposedly played Ailynn, in a few hours so he decided not to call her. Plus what if she wasn’t Ailynn. After Sy not being Sy and after losing Ash, he was broken. Same with Ronnie. Sure they were the same age, but she was his “little girl” his daughter. He couldn’t take the heart ache. But Billy was his cousin and his doppleganger was supposedly Tristan’s brother. Maybe he could help. He took out the phone and dialed. “Hello?” Came the voice on the other end. “Hey, umm, Gawain?” Trip asked fishing for something. “Yeah, Tristan, you ok? Need anything? How’d the sonogram thingy go?” “Baby is healthy. It’s a boy.” “Awesome, you should name him Gawain.” “What about Billy?” Trip replied, trying to see if Gawain or Billy or whoever would bite. “Why would you name him Billy?” “Well because you are Billy.” “That’s a character I play.” “Billy, please it’s me Trip. You gotta be you, I got to be me.” “Tristan, you ok?” “Yeah, just...anyways, weird dream. I dreamt I was actually Trip and you were actually Billy and that the Exeter was real.” Trip hoped that if Billy was Billy, that maybe he’d get the hint. “Weird. Anyways, gotta run. Congrats on the boy. Catch ya later.” The phone hung up. Trip had struck out a second time. He was afraid that when he saw Ailynn, she’d only be Gabrille. He looked at his phone. A text message from Faith. Faith, the only friend he felt like he had in this world. He texted her back. “Hey, can you come by the house….I ummm….could really use someone to talk to right now.” (reply none) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< End Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<