F is for Freedom!

Captain's log, Stardate 1863.1. Our probes are picking up signs of sexy life on this new planet. I'm going to beam down and check it out.

[America looks up from his wristwatch and gives Canada a wink.]

Pretty cool, huh?

Normally, America, being a finely turned-out city boy, would not be found in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night, and especially not in the wilds of Canada. The forests there were full of creatures wilder than his own. But he'd called up Canada's main home earlier, only to be told (by someone rather irritated at being woken up at such an hour) that she was out. So he'd decided to ignore the creepy-crawlies for tonight and make his way to her cottage, because he needed to talk to someone. And not someone in the news media, either.

He found the house eventually, heading around to what he knew to be her bedroom window, and was surprised to find it open. He knocked twice on the window frame before going ahead and letting himself in, climbing in and calling softly into the darkness.

"Maggie? You awake?"