"Not that long." Pat replied, as he got out of his chair and walked around the nearly empty Bridge of the Battlecruiser, to stretch his still stiff legs. Normally, the<em>Churchill</em>would be buzzing with muted conversation and the clicking of computer keyboards. Right now, the only sound was the ticking of the antique clock that Pat had managed to salvage from the<em>Aleksander</em>. The lonely feeling was intense.