No songs today, mes colombes. Perhaps this announcement should have come with more fanfare, but certain members of this ship have decided, entirely of their own volition, to steal the attentions of the masses.

No matter, I can adapt, as I always have.

I have a poem for you all.

What worlds we seek beyond the life we know
What adventure we find beyond the one we grow
There is nothing we must do but learn to look
And give ourselves the right to go.

I have graduated and I must thank you all for the small parts you have played.

I will not leave here until my sweet Billy does, so you are not free from me quite yet. But I do think my life of work is over, so Monsieur Lester, please consider this my formal resignation from the Wardrobe. I am devoting myself full time to my art and my science.

…consenting science, of course.