My time on this ship has been short and smooth untill now. Apparently we have been sucked through a black hole and ended up in another universe. I can't say that this is a good thing for me. I don't know if Silverians exist here and if so if they are still my people. This my be the result of my all ready flareing xenophobia. I am not happy about being in the unknown with no way of contacting any one or anything familiar. I am also greatly saddened at the loss of so many personel. My job as acting chief of security is to protect others,. In this endevor I fel as if I have failed greatly to do this. MAssive loss of personel hits me so hard like a meteor. My mind is swiming with all sorts of conflicting felings. I have a sense of duty clashing with a fear of the unknown. My xenophobia is clashing with my desire to make absolutly sure all surviveing personel make it home. My fear of being alone is clashing with my fear of being left to fend for myself. Such emotions are hurting me mentaly and emotionaly. This I must deal with in order to help the others. I must be strong for them. I must find a way for us to get home. I must survive and I must above all else be a Starfleet officer.