Sandra felt sleepy as she slowly walked through a corridor onboard the DS9 station. Her hair was set in a ponytail, as always when she was on duty. She had just finished her last duty as a security officer on the station. She felt happy to finally get somewhere in life, other then being trapped on this station. Although it had been three great years, she felt it was about time to get moving, see new places and meet new people. Now she had the chance, she had been assigned to the starship Leviathan-A.

As she got to the door leading to her quarters onboard the station, she slowly entered the room and turned on the lights, by telling the computer to set it to half effect. The dark painted room didn't have much that represented Sandra, only a few personal items that had been following her around.

On a table next to the bed was a framed picture showing a couple, Starfleet records had identified them as Sandra's parents, even though she couldn’t remember them. However she trusted the Starfleet records on this matter. Mounted on the wall near the bed was a Romulan blade weapon. It had been with her in the escape pod and apart form the escape pod itself, was the only physical piece of evidence. Other than these two items, the only other item still not packed was her personal computer. Everything else, the furniture, the bed had all come with the room.

Sandra sighed lightly, she had just said goodbye to the crewmembers she knew onboard the station and now all there was left to do was head for the docking ring and wait for the shuttle which would take her to the Leviathan-A.

*One hour until the shuttle is leaving, better get things ready* Sandra slowly thought to herself and walked to the trunk that she had left on the bed.

Sandra walked up to the blade and looked at it, even though she wanted to just leave it there, she knew she couldn't. The blade meant something that she didn't know, but stubborn as she is, she continued to seek the answer to the question: ‘Why ?’.

She lifted the blade off the wall and tried to remember how it had ended up in the life pod she was found in. As always, she couldn't remember anything. She sighed and put the blade in the trunk and then turned towards the picture. She did the same thing with the picture as with the blade, but with the same result. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't remember anything about them, how they acted nor how they smelled, things that most people remembers about their family was all taken away from her, and the question was echoes in Sandra's head: 'Why?’.

Now there was only one thing left to put in the trunk, since her clothes and uniforms were already packed and that was her personal computer. The computer contained three main things. A 'personal' log, some hologram programs and a 'dream' log. The dream log she had begun to write when she started to have the dream.

The dream that had followed her for a long time and every time she dreams it, more details become visible in it. And with the details, the horror came as well. She didn't know what it meant, if it was a dream or reality from the past. All she knew was that some kind of answer was to be found in it, like a puzzle that needs to be put together the right way. Therefore she had decided to write down everything into a log so she could analyse it in more detail. She was hoping to find the answer soon.

As she put the computer under her arm and slowly looked around one last time. The room now looked exactly the same as it had been when she first got here, as if it never been used. Sandra picked up the long hauling strap of the trunk, pulling it over her shoulder and headed for the door, with the trunk dragging behind.

As she got out of the room and into the corridor outside her former room, a feeling of disbelieve was washing over her. She wasn’t sure anymore if this was what she really wanted. Sandra took a deep breath and shook off the feeling, heading for the docking ring where the shuttle was waiting for her.

As Sandra got to the area where the pilot was to meet her, she noticed that he was late and sighed lightly. She didn’t know much about the crew of the Leviathan-A, she had hoped to be able to read more about them, but there simple hadn’t been enough time for that.

After about five minutes, the airlock doors opened and a thin, tall man stepped up to Sandra. He was dressed in a standard scarlet Starfleet uniform. His hair was dark brown and short, his eyes were blue with some green mixed into them. Sandra didn’t notice any other distinctiveness about the man. As he got up to her, he addressed himself by the name "Thomas" and told her he was to pilot her to the Leviathan. Sandra only nodded to the pilot and followed him to the shuttle, avoiding any kind of conversation he was trying to start.

The shuttle looked much like any shuttle, the instruments were standard Starfleet controls and there were four seats in the cockpit, two in front for the pilots and two just behind them. Nothing out of the ordinary could be seen. She stowed her trunk in one of the storage lockers and sat down in one of the seats behind the pilot. Thomas offered her the co-pilot seat, but she wasn't in the mood to talk or watch the station shrink and disappear from view.

As Sandra hadn't said a single word to him, Thomas finally got the point and started to concentrate on the piloting part, instead of chatting with her. With a light shaking motion the shuttle moved away from the station. Sandra looked at the station from the window one last time as the shuttle flew by it, knowing that it would take a long time before she would see it again.

Sandra took her computer from under her arm and decided to add to her personal log. She preferred not to use voice logging, instead typing her entries. Sandra started to feel sleep sneaking up on her and it didn’t take long until she was asleep in the seat.

.....The room was dark, except for three strong lights pointing at her. She looked around herself and found herself tied to a table of some sort. She tried to speak, but nothing came from her lips. She once again tried to move, but was unable to do so.

Suddenly from out of nowhere, a laser beam came straight for her. As the laser started to cut her forearm, she woke up.....

Her heart was beating fast in her chest, it felt like it would jump out of her any moment. She had learned not to scream when she woke up, so the pilot didn't notice that she had woken. She wondered if he'd even realised she'd dropped off to sleep in the first place. Sandra soon saw that she still was in the shuttle, her computer having fallen down on the floor. Sandra picked up the computer and slowly thought *When will I ever get rid of this dream?*

Sandra looked out the window and saw that the shuttle was just about to land onboard the Leviathan. The pilot carefully manouvered the smaller vessel through the 'scaffold' that still covered the hull. She knew that the Leviathan had been undergoing major repairs, but she had never expected this much, the hull was covered in areas of new plating, still unpainted.

She didn’t know how long she had been sleeping, it really didn’t matter. It couldn't have been more than an hour, because the flash of the Bajorian wormhole could still be seen out of the window. As the shuttle landed in the Shuttlebay of the star ship, it shook lightly. Then the pilot turned towards her and said with a smile.

"Well, hope you enjoyed the ride and welcome back to the Thomas space lines at any times"

Sandra was too tired to say anything. She just got up, put the computer back under her arm and removed her trunk from the storage locker. Then she headed towards the exit of the shuttle, stepping onto the deck of her new home and took a deep breath, dragging the trunk in her right hand. Now there was no return, now she was going on a new adventure, a adventure that would most likely be the adventure of her life.

The shuttle's anti-gav units powered up and the shuttle turned and flew back out into space.

*Better find my quarters, then report to the Captain.* She thought.

It took her ten minutes of walking down several corridors until she found her new quarters. The room was a twin, but she knew that already. Onboard DS9, she'd had her own quarters, because there was room. On a ship, space was limited and the lower ranks nearly always shared accomodaition. For the moment though, she did have the room to herself, the door plaque had just had her name on it.

Feeling a little tired after the trip, she decieded to unpack later and instead headed for the sonic shower before donning a clean uniform and heading for the Bridge.