Things have been normal for the past years. Vanessa and Riker. Ross and I. But the fact that they have been normal for too long worries me. Where's Maia? Why has she gone silent? Three years with no sign of her almost seems impossible. Until this one night, when things start to fall apart. The feeling of a knife through my stomach; the sudden white in my vision that appears. But I am not dead. Am I? I don't know.