Dear Enterprise, a letter || Self-Para
Dear crew,
I donnae know how many of ye will see this, but hopefully most of ye will. I reckon at least Montgomery and Ahikar will, and of course the captain too.Â
I wannae say thank ye for the experiences we've had. Been... I donnae know if I ca say fun. But exciting, aye. Some good times and bad. I made some wonderful friends.
But that has to end. I'm not cut out for this. I cannae take it any longer. All the danger is too much for me to handle. I'm sorry that I'm not an explorer like the rest of ye. I donnae even make a great counselor. I'm a performer. I donnae even like space all that much. Too big for me. I prefer Scotland.
I came here  to keep an eye on me big brother, Montgomery Scott. I was worried about him. I dinnae want him disappearing like last time. Five years is a long time to be apart from yer closest family member. But I know he's in good hands now. Look after him, Nyota. Ye better bring him home alive, ye hear?Â
And Ahikar. I'm sorry I cannae tell you this in person. I dinnae want to cause a fuss. But I could only tell the Captain and me brother beforehand. Besides, this is far too painful. I really did love ye. But being in space, away from home, has really  messed with my head. I cannae leave Hamish. He's a good man, my husband is. So I'm sorry, Ahikar Tumek. Good luck. But I won't be seeing ye again.
By the time ye all read this, I'll be long gone. I managed to arrange for a shuttle to cross our path, and I am departing in a matter of hours, while you are all sleeping. You can rest assured that I will be at Starfleet headquarters when ye all return from this mission. I wish ye all luck.Â
With love, Clara Scott-Preston