The recording began. Amy lay on what looked to be a dark shaded couch. This time the camera appeared unsteady and her exposed arm indicated she was holding her PDA while making this recording. The familiar white shirt presumably her sleep-wear remained the same as before. The occasional beep could be heard in the background and again the room was dimly lit with the exception of the glow that radiated inside the ship from the distant star. The vessel was not directly facing, hence the dimmer than usual atmosphere.

“I couldn't sleep. I decided to wander up to the bridge and now I find I'm talking to myself. Great. Anyway we're currently standing by in the western nebula of Inverness. I've sneaked up here while Desmond is away for his break, usually he does the night watches but sometimes I'll come up here and think about stuff. Gaze into the stars beyond. Not really dressed for this but we've worked together that long he's used to it. An advantage to having an AI running the majority of tasks, I suppose.”

Amy tugged at the loosely fitting shirt to illustrate to the camera before panning it over the empty bridge. The only real illumination being from the various control panels and displays still lit up with critical vessel functions. A railing can be seen between her and the bridge windows showing a command platform where she would typically stand. A placard above that railing with the vessel name “Titania II”. The camera returned to her now.

“Stars. I've seen some interesting things in my life. Seen some scary stuff too and it only ever seems to bring more questions in my mind of what exactly we are in the Universe. Are we in some kind of paradox? I hear Leviathan talking about how ‘Earhart’ and the Uncharted systems are the fabric of the universe. What does that even mean? Does it mean if we pull a string the whole mess unravels and we find ourselves on the brink of destruction?”

The figure rubbed her brow as she was talking and her expression signalled she was in deep thought over this topic. Though this simply paled by comparison to the fatigue in her eyes. Amy sighed now, resting her head on the arm of the couch and gazed towards the windows while still holding the PDA.

“We were there a few days ago. Earhart I mean. That place gives me the creeps, everything about it just feels wrong, unnatural even. I still find it hard to believe it is even real. Worse still is Earhart is one of those places Phoenix has issues with. The general electromagnetic interference from the anchor leaves her both deaf and blind. Not exactly the sorta’ situation you want to find yourself in when your golden guardian is unable to protect you from the monsters that live out there. Oh yeah! That place has living evils as well as dead ones in it, by the way. ”

Amy fell quiet for a few moments, her concluding tone was filled with frustration. An eerie silence taking over. Though with another sigh she pulled the PDA close and turned herself to lay on her side. The camera was not really pointing at her face at this stage, mostly just showcasing the classic warship steel wall behind the couch.

“Recent chatter concerning the mysteries we find ourselves entangled in have shifted to direct action rather than observation, I guess. I need to cast a vote soon on whether to go ahead with it or not. I can't be too specific talking about this but all I can say is it imposes a hell of a risk. The type of risk that could badly hurt us in the end… or it might not? This is the thing with science. It seems to be a well funded guessing game, at least from where I sit as a relative simpleton. Nobody seems to know for sure. If Revenant thinks it'll benefit us to some extent, then I trust her, as much as I hate to admit it. The woman seems to achieve the impossible and flying into nothing but peril chasing a scientific discovery is nothing short of admirable.”

Amy shuffled again sort of half propping herself up closer to the camera. Her gaze transitioned to the window. She tilted the camera a little to the left to show the starry backdrop. This was followed by a deep sigh. The camera eventually re centering on her as she was rubbing her eyes. The apparent tiredness was clearly starting to have an impact.

“It is beautiful. Even a fool like me can see it, the attention people give to the mysteries that make the wonders outside the window exist, it makes sense to me why they do it. No wonder the founder goes chasing after answers to it all, I feel almost drawn? Is that the right word?. I think if Revenant wants to chase this thing then I've got her six. Should something emerge from this experiment I'll give it my everything to drive whatever monster appears back to where it came from. I have done it before, as I've been reminded recently. My rank more or less came from stopping some monster alien or person causing damage to the cause. I will not fail. I made that promise to everybody and especially Naomi. I can't let them all down now. I won't, even.”

Amy lay her head against the arm of the couch, reverting from the half propped up pose she was maintaining up until now. Her closing statement was almost shaken with fear but the determination was rising to the surface as she spoke.

“Though there is another question I’m starting to wonder about, speaking of Naomi. I keep waking up with these nightmares, we’ll call them. Are they visions even?. I spend half of the day feeling like I’ve been kicked in the head by Hunt to then fall asleep to whatever these nightmares are about. Then I find myself shaken awake in pure panic because whatever it is, be it an alien, a person even, is trying to consume me. I even dreamed that thing they were playing with was trying to find its way down my throat!. Eugh. They are getting worse and vast periods of time seem to be going unaccounted for, for instance the other day I found myself in the middle of Inverness. I had no idea why I was there, I simply couldn’t remember.“

There was a brief pause before they carried on. She had since closed her eyes part way through her account of the last few days.

“The worst thing is that my love is going to worry. I can feel those beautiful eyes staring at the back of my head in the evenings and I can tell she knows there is something wrong. I will figure it out, my love. I promise. For us. I wish I could simply blame it all on the booze but I don’t think I can this time around. I guess I'm grateful, she loves me like I love her. Makes me kinda' fuzzy when I think about it, her nagging would have annoyed me in a past life. Now it is just a reminder that I am special to someone. Never change, Naomi. "

Amy displayed a faint smile with her still closed eyes. Clearly she was thinking about her lover.

"Well.. I guess I’ve rambled on enough at this point. Till next time, me.”

The recording lingered on for a few moments in silence, Amy eventually opened her eyes, let out a sleepy yawn and tapped the PDA to terminate the recording.