[Jack had written a letter in the early part of October, after the information session, after taking time to process it all.
It did not survive the room explosion, but that's alright; Jack's found his feelings on everything shifted between the last half of October and the game show.
Still, he writes it again, some of it from memory, all of it now adjusted for his mood, but this time it's more like a cue card than something he intends to be delivered. Maybe. If he doesn't second-guess this.
Ahh, fuck it.
He stands in front of the bridge door, hand raised to knock, but hesitating. Is the Captain busy? Or is he in? Or does knocking even matter, if he's aware of everything on the ship?]
Captain
It did not survive the room explosion, but that's alright; Jack's found his feelings on everything shifted between the last half of October and the game show.
Still, he writes it again, some of it from memory, all of it now adjusted for his mood, but this time it's more like a cue card than something he intends to be delivered. Maybe. If he doesn't second-guess this.
Ahh, fuck it.
He stands in front of the bridge door, hand raised to knock, but hesitating. Is the Captain busy? Or is he in? Or does knocking even matter, if he's aware of everything on the ship?]