I am. [Elizabeth marvels at the distance. Sixteen point four five four light years. If Elizabeth remembers correctly, the distance is sixteen and a half years of a particle traveling at the speed of light. Amazing. And in Spock's time that distance could be traveled in twenty minutes. If she was anyone else from her time, the idea might have completely overwhelmed her little brain.]

I had a window where I was kept, but the lights from the tower prevented me from seeing many of them. But more than that... before I came here, the biggest adventure I'd ever thought of was traveling to Paris. Can you imagine? Barely halfway around the world. I had never dreamed... that all of this existed...