The news was good. Though an incredible distance away, Kathryn was alive. The lonely hours and holding out hope against hope had all paid off.

But Mark knew her. Knew her fidelity. Knew she would hold on 75 years, if she or anyone could. He couldn't bear the thought of her with another. He couldn't live, though, knowing she was alone.

He had to tell her it was alright, except that she would never accept that. The only break in vows that Kathryn Janeway would ever accept would be the one that gave her no choice at all. Mark then knew the lie he had to write, even as the holiday went on around him.

"Dear Kathryn. I think you'd like her...."