My dreams have continued. Many of them are quite...exciting. Adventures, most of them. They can be tense, too. But sometimes they strike a blow and I wonder how I might ever recover from such a thing.
We discovered a world with a gateway. Through this gateway one could view ... time. Any place, any world, any time. Witness events we only have a partial understanding of.
Because these things never go smoothly, the ship's doctor, my friend, accidentally took an overdose of a drug when the ship was rocked by time-waves, and in a panic beamed down and ran through the portal.
He did something that changed history. We were protected on the surface, but my ship had vanished. We discovered that whatever McCoy had changed, humanity had not survived to reach space.
The gateway, the Guardian, allowed us to go after our friend. We had discovered he'd saved a woman who was meant to die. The kind of woman you would want to
live. Generous, caring, stubborn, she helped the homeless and others who were without means.
But the ripple effect of her living, would mean that we would destroy ourselves in war. A woman of peace who's legacy would have been war and the end of humanity.
We had to let Edith Keeler die, and
I loved her there is no victory in this.
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