It was neither of their faults; incarceration was not a kind reward for someone who saved the galaxy at least from total destruction via the Reapers… At least for a year or so, she hoped. Up until now, all communication with the rest of the galaxy had been cut out for her… And this was the only message she received. Was it chance? Or was Anderson looking out for her?

She stared down at the message for some time, not sure how to reply. She was stuck on that one phrase, the next one. Would there even be a next one?

Finally, she began typing on her omnitool’s interface.

[MSG: G. VAKARIAN] [11/4/2186]

Garrus,

I’ll hold you to that. Next year—and the years after that, if you’re okay with that—you can make it up to me by taking me out for a drink or something.

I miss you so much; I can’t get you off my mind. Please stay safe.

Love,

Jenna.