My dear Gale,

I have come on board the Iason. The journey alone was interesting enough. While on the Raptor, I could hear radio communication from another ship, talking about hostages and one of them being cut to pieces. Later that day I found out that one of the pilots was executed and another marine so badly wounded that the doctor they had also taken as hostage had to put him out of his misery per gun shot,
I am told that being on board this ship will soon enough feel like family. The thought offers itself as a small island of refuge in a world where everyone is lost at sea. You have always been my true north. Without you, I find myself as much adrift as the rest of them.
I think what the Cylons did was very smart. And I don’t think that they would need to do much more. Left to their own devices, most people are so scared that they pick each other off, one by one. The few who make an exception to this rule are likely to fall victim to the main body of what is left of humanity. However long that’ll last us.
I wish I could give you hope for Alec. I wish there would be something I can think of that would make you think he’s alright. But I find it hard to believe that in a world where dog eats dog, someone would have taken care of our boy, even if they had found him. In that, I have so terribly failed you. Nobody could have foreseen what would happen, I know. It is not my job to tell the future. But it is my job to provide people even with the smallest beacon of hope. If I cannot do this for you, how am I to do it for an entire crew.
In so many words, I miss him. I miss our little boy more than I could possibly put into words. More than I should, knowing that so many have perished and not knowing where you are.
Pleased be out there. Please be safe.

– Caden –