The soft, neon green glow of the ancient terminal highlighted the sharply angled features of Kate's face; eyes squinted, lips pursed, her fingers glided over the clunky keys as she sorted through the assorted options for the Vault's maintenance and security on the first floor. Most of it was useless at this point, as electricity was only directed towards certain areas; for example, only the residential section for the single women received any power now, while the rest were left in the dark and, if they were even more unfortunate, were flooded. 

	She sighed softly, tilting her neck away from the screen. 

	She was so close to hacking into these programs; then, the Vault would be safe and likely even habitable, at least temporarily. Then, she could bring him back. She could excavate. 

	[i]Soon, Desmond, everything will be okay.[/i]