Room 227 [Sunday Afternoon/Early Evening]

Bridge lay on his bed, staring at the "compose new message" screen and trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to say.

( email never sent )

His finger hovers over the "send" button for a few moments, but eventually he hits "save draft" instead and closes the email program. Some things just... can't be said in email. Even email that'll never make it to its destination.

[ooc: door is knockable if you so wish]