The Captain nodded. “We can set something up as soon as you’d like.”
Trip set a hand on the portfolio, then asked, a bit shyly, “Have I ever shown you a picture of Lizzie? Any of her work?”
“No,” Archer said. “I’d love to take a look.” He scooted over on the bed, making room for Trip to sit next to him.
Tucker opened the portfolio to reveal the hologram of a beautiful, smiling young woman. “This is my favorite one of her,” he said. Archer looked down at the picture, and smiled himself.
Outside the window, alien stars streamed past.