When my girlfriend, Kate Hopkins, was first transferred to Althoria research station, I had made the long trip to visit her.Opening the door, I found her wrapping a blanket around a stark-naked man. The glow from the heater lit up her panicked face.In our seven years together, it was the first time I'd ever seen her lose her cool.She scrambled to explain that he was the station's new field journalist, that he wasn't used to Althoria's climate, and that she was just trying to save him.The man added weakly that he was just there for a quick interview and didn't expect the blizzard, and he was grateful for her care.He struggled to sit up, telling me not to get the wrong idea and promising he'd leave as soon as the weather cleared.Over the next three years, we spent more time apart than together, but our love never faded.Kate called me every single day without fail, and I took care of her mother, Rosalie Lewis, who suffered from Alzheimer's.Then came her birthday, and I qui
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