I never suspected I'd get engaged in the lady's room in an alternate dimension. I also never thought I'd be marrying an intensely private man. Sometimes I wonder if I'm really what he's looking for, with my being such a loud and outgoing social butterfly and his being a quiet and intimate individual. There's a good word, intimate. When we're alone he's the sweetest, most gentle, caring gentleman I've ever met but once we're out in public it's like he's someone else entirely. It's like I can't do anything right for him and he's so covert as to what he expects from me. How can I make him happy if everything I try to do for him he pushes away or hides from?

That's not fair, not everything. We need to talk, he and I, and most importantly we need to solemnize our union as soon as possible. I'm going to marry this man right here in this time and then we can have a big ceremony with all the trimmings to make mother happy. Who am I kidding? A big ceremony would make me happy too. He's absolutely perfect. He said he loves me. Oh Goddess he loves me. He still respects me the day after we… and he still wants me. He put himself in danger to rescue me. Nobody's ever done that for me before, nobody but my brother. He's perfect. He is so perfect I could cry. What do I need to do to become good enough for him? What do I need to change? What is wrong with me? I've spent all my life learning to please and comfort males and now here is the perfect man and who was I to think I would be good enough? And now I think Tarra is picking up on Milton's inherent… No. I won't go there. Not a chance. Oh Goddess don't let this be happening.

I like Tarra. I really do. She's like the sister I wish I had and I'd be honoured to have her as my beta if Milton wishes to have a harem but I must be alpha. I must. I'll share, I really will. I don't mind sharing. I like Tarra and want to be her friend and it will break my heart if I have to kill her over a matter of honour. That is if I can kill her. Any which way it looks like I'm doomed if she wants Milton as well. Maybe all I deserve is to be beta. Maybe… Dammit Tarra, don't get in the way, please don't. I don't want us to fight.

And now I have this letter from mom routed through this strange data network. Did they even have a datanet in 2000 AD? I don't know and after all the ridiculous things that go on with the Freedom's computers I don't know if I trust it's authenticity so I'll just route it straight through to Milton to see if he can verify it for me. There, done. He's so smart with computers and he'll know what to make of it. If I didn't know him better I would have suspected this letter was actually a practical joke from Milton, but maybe that's the writing style they used fifty years ago, all those exclamation marks. Talk about overdramatic.

Oh wow, they did have a data network, I'll just start my padd reading the network for… Define search? Oh I don't know, how about everything? Yes, copy everything. Go.