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How much time has past since you were snatched away from me? A week, less than that actually, and yet it seems as thought years have come and gone instead of days. So little time for so many changes to have been wrought.
I'm no longer the William Boone you knew. Da'an and Jonathan Doors have seen to that. They took you from me and changed me into someone I barely recognize. Would you know me now, Kate? Part of me is relieved you never had the chance. I hate them for that, but not as much as I hate them for killing you.
To Da'an I am William Boone, Commander of Interspecies Relations. The latest implant in his employ, complete with Skrill. I'm not sure why he wanted me so badly, maybe because he does not understand me and wants me near so he can explore me. He is an enigma. On one hand he seems curious about our species; on the other he appears to have no problem with reordering our priorities in his favor.
Jonathan Doors is certainly less of a mystery. He wants a spy and will kill me if he believes it is required. I trust him about as far as I can throw him, but at least I can understand some of what drives him.
So many changes. Last week my greatest concerns were security preparations and how much time to take off for that second honeymoon we had been discussing. Last week I had you, alive and vibrant. I could roll over at night, listen to your breathing, and feel your comforting warmth next to me. I had so many opportunities to speak with you and to hear your voice. My new CVI mocks me by recalling each and every squandered chance I had to spend more time with you. I'm sorry Kate. Now I come to the cemetery to talk to you, but you no longer answer back.