"Dammit!", Caitrin thought as she read the missive from Braxton. "Those self-styled "Guardians of History" are on my trail already. Paradox, schmaradox. Obviously, if you went back and changed it, you already did. All that "go back and shoot yer great-great-granpaw" stuff is BS, and everyone knows it. Except the blasted "Temporal Police." Don't they realize that our future might not happen if the Songstealers win here? Hopefully Mandy will be able to help me get this mess under control before the TPs get to me. I'm just ready to get off this ship and back my own. The Ups and Downs is probably not falling apart without me, but I still miss her." Caitrin sighed. "If only I knew for certain who the Songstealers on the Enterprise are. I have my suspicions...but it's just not enough."