Captain Bernie Tyler woke up at 0600, getting read for his shift on the bridge. Before getting out of bed, he reached across, hoping that his partner was still in bed.
She was not.
Usually, Roslyn Tyler was up early catching up on her paperwork, or jogging through the halls of the Winchester. Although he was not immediately worried, Bernie figured it would be a good idea to check on her whereabouts. "Computer, locate Commander Tyler."
"Commander Tyler is not aboard," the computer answered.
Okay, now was the time to start worrying, "What was her last known location?"
"Commander Tyler's last know location was in her quarters at 0200 this morning."
"What do you mean, she's just gone?" Patrick inquired over an emergency conference with his sister-in-law's husband.
"According to the ship's internal sensors, she was in our quarters at 0200, and off the ship at 0201. The kicker is we, were at warp this morning."
"Still, she could have been beamed off. The Dominion did introduce Transwarp Beaming into the Alpha Quadrant. Any number of players could have gotten their hands on a Dominion transporter."
"My folks have gone over every sensor log between 0100 and 0300. They found no sign of any abnormal activity or energy readings. I can send you all of our data, however —"
"However," Patrick noted, "that data is only as good as the sensors that picked it up. If your sensors didn't catch it, they didn't catch it. Still, maybe there's a chance Baldwin could find something. Go ahead and send it to us, I'll have Sarah look over it. Baldwin out." As soon as he got off the line with Bernie, the ready room doorbell chimed, indicating someone else wanted to speak with him. "Come," Patrick answered grumpily.
"Hey, sweetie," Bridget replied. "Anything from Bernie?"
"Right now, we've got ourselves one great big mystery," Patrick answered. "One minute, she's there, the next, we've got a missing firecracker."
"Panicking won't help anything," Bridget noted as she moved in behind her husband. "We both know Roz is more than capable of taking care of herself." Bridget gently began to massage her husband's shoulders.
"Is it just me, or do you know how to keep a cool head," Patrick commented. "By the way, where did you learn how to give a back rub."
"Your sister showed me."
"Of course," Patrick noted. "She used to dabble in massage therapy."
Upon opening her eyes, Roslyn immediately closed them. My head feels like someone drove a pick axe through it, she thought. She slowly opened her eyes once again. I don't do migraines. As her headache eased, she took awareness of her surrounding. She was no longer on a starship, much less in her quarters. Examining the nightstand, she noticed an antique analog clock, along with a newspaper.
Okay, Roslyn though, where — and when — am I?
Before Roslyn could investigate her surroundings any further, the door to the room opened. "I see you're awake," a woman stated. "Do you need anything for your headache?"
"Yes, thank you," Roslyn answered. "Who are you, and where am I?"
"I think it's more like when are you," the other woman replied. "This isn't my first encounter with time travel. You happened to drop your phaser."
Roslyn scanned the other woman's face. "Erika Green," Roslyn identified the other woman. "I assume you brought me into your home. Okay, so what is today's date?"
"October 29, 2014. It's been fifteen years since my previous encounter with time travelers."
"From my perspective, it was only four years ago," Roslyn answered. "Fortunately, I don't think anyone is trying to maim history. I have no idea why I managed to fall through time."
Captain's log, Stardate 55323.4: We have arrived at the location of Winchester at the time Commander Roslyn Tyler was last reported aboard. We are deploying our full sensor package to determine if the anomaly is real, and if so, what exactly are we dealing with. No matter what, I intend to bring my family back home.
In Baldwin's astrometrics lab, Patrick and Sarah scoured through Winchester's sensor logs thoroughly. "Stop right here," Patrick ordered. "There's a slight anomaly just aft of the ship at 01 seconds."
"Right after the last indicated presence of Roslyn aboard Winchester," Sarah noted. "Looks like Winchester's sensor package assumed it was a sensor ghost."
"It looks like the captain's quarters was right here when the anamoly was reported," he indicated, pointing to a section of the map. "Let's start by running a full scan her and fan out from there."
"On it." After a couple of seconds, the Astrometrics officer had some initial findings. "There is definitely something to the sensor blip," Sarah indicated. "There's a slight spike in chronometric radiation at that location."
"Can we cross Winchester's warp trail with the source of the radiation?"
"Scanning for warp trails and comparing them to the source of the radiation." Sarah responded. "It does look like Winchester crossed the anomaly. To have an idea on what it is, we'll need to send a probe."
"Already on it," Bridget answered as she entered astrometrics. "Give us about 20 minutes."
Before Patrick could answer, he felt a dull pain in his left eye. "Good," he answered as he favored his eye.
"Is everything all right?" Sarah inquired.
"I'm not sure," Patrick stated. "Something's wrong with my left eye."
"Maybe you better — "
" — better see Dr. Bratney. I don't need to read you mind to know that. That's my next stop. Let me know the results of the probe."