Where are you? You promised me you'd be here for this. You were supposed to be here to help. I can't do it alone. Combat? Hostage negotiations? Boardings? Yes, these I can do, and do well. But not this.

*Push.*

We arranged it all, planned it in detail. So, where are you? Did you stop to take down another FFV?

*Push.*

You got me into this mess, you can damn well help me out of it.

*Push.*

You will pay for this, Mike Flynn.

*Push.*

Your mother, who is helping, is doing a wonderful job of keeping me sane.

*Push.*

I try one last time. My building frustration is just too much; I curse your name to the Heavens above. Our sailors would be proud.

But our baby's nursery is finally complete. Everything is built and now in place. No thanks to you.

Heavily pregnant Lieutenant: 1. Navy Commander: 0.