Raffi was lying on the bed of the small spaceship. The attempt to see her son Gabriel again and prove that he had changed and that the attack from Mars was a coincidence had been a total failure. Now I was back on the ship with Picard, Seven of Nine, Rios, Agnes Jurati. She went back and headed to the room, asking for a bottle of whiskey from the replicator while she sat on the bed and drank, in a bad mood, bags under her eyes, her curly hair messy.

A small knock on the door was heard. "Go away." Raffi muttered loudly to hear and take another sip of the Whiskey.