So, Ray's gone. I'm startin' to wonder if I'm ever gonna get assigned ta someone for more then a couple weeks before they vanish.

... There's somethin' I don't understand. Now, I don't pretend ta know people's reasons for needin' to go back home or anything, but I don't understand why wardens choose to leave permanently without completin' their deal. Choosin' ta leave everything for god knows how long ta complete a deal isn't somethin' you just toss around lightly. You're makin' a commitment to another person, and packin' up and leavin' because it's too hard or somethin' just seems...

I don't get it. And again, I'm not sayin' people who disappear are at fault, or that I get why people leave or anythin' but...

I'm here to do a job. And I'm not leavin' until it's over.

[Private to Fred]

Kinda weird meetin' someone when we're not actually ourselves and with a whole buncha memories that kinda... aren't ours, but it was nice ta meet you.

[Friends Filter - Martha, Kay, Capa, Sarah, Tim, Rex, Four, Kirk (yes even you), anyone else who should be on it.]

How's everyone doin' after that breach?

[Filtered to Tosh and Harper]

I know this might be some kinda "too many cooks in the kitchen" thing, but would either of you mind if I come down and take a look at the engines or somethin' once and a while? It's just, it's been kinda weird not havin' engines ta keep an eye on these last couple months and I'm not lookin' to step in and take over or anythin', I just want somethin' a little different then fixin' laundry machines and cleanin' up after people. [He's a chief engineer, not a maintenance guy and all that.]

[Hey Barge. Trip's way more chill and less noticeably annoyed/angry/embarrassed about our past flood than he would be under normal circumstances - NOT THAT YOU ALL WOULD KNOW ANY BETTER, RIGHT? THANKS ADAM - because his new personality is just generally more polite and careful not to step on toes. NO MORE FOOT IN MOUTH SYNDROME YAY!]

I just wanted to say I'm real sorry for makin' a little bit of a scene durin' the flood. The Admiral picked a weird time ta send me back to, and I'm afraid I didn't handle it all that well.

How's everyone else doin'?

[Private to Ray]

You doin' okay? Sorry I didn't check in durin' the flood.

[Private to Martha]

I'm real sorry for the way I acted. Thanks for givin' us a hand.

How about next time we have a ball game, we try somethin' like water polo? The pool's big enough for that, right?

Of course, I really only know one guy who was all that into it, so I guess maybe somethin' like soccer'd go over better, but guess I'm gettin' kinda homesick about certain stuff, and havin' my ear chewed off about Stanford's chances against the University of Texas in the finals wasn't ever all that bad ta begin with. Weird what stuff ya end up missin' and what ya don't.

[Private to Ray]

So, looks like we're gonna be seein' a lot more of each other. I'm Commander Charles Tucker the Third, but everyone calls me Trip.