The XO's Quarters.

Of course, You're not going to go there in the Hospital Gown. You wipe the last remnants of sleep gunk from your eyes and look around the room. Your eye lights upon a small footlocker with Family stenciled on it. Maybe a quick rummage through here will help.

There's no lock on it, and it opens easily, revealing a folded turtleneck sweater with a stylized X logo sitting atop a large bundle of clothes, small books, and various other small items you can't quite identify. For a moment, the turtleneck sparks a memory, an image of Jane clad in it, but bare from the waist down, leaning over a console with a cup of coffee in her hand and looking back at you with a grin... and then the flash fades.

Shrugging off the image, you pull some underwear from the pile, as well as a pair of pants that look like they're made out of some kind of canvas. Interestingly, much of the clothing looks like it's seen better days. Eventually, you manage to sort out some sort of outfit from the pile and find a much-appreciated set of combat boots at the bottom of the footlocker. It's when you lift them up that you see the framed photograph of yourself and Jane.

You look exactly the same as you do right now. Your image in the mirror when you wiped your face matches the photograph perfectly. She, on the other hand, looks so much younger. There's no scar on her cheek, and her face is fresh. The picture is candid, with the two of you laughing about something. Your arm is around her, and she's pressed herself against you.

You reach down and pick up the photograph. This is something. This is where you can start. You take a couple steps to the bulkhead and open it, revealing a long hall with metal grating beneath your feet. Somewhere within wherever you are, you can hear the thrum of an engine. You glance left and right, before noticing a metal stairway leading down. In fact, now that you think about it, this is almost certainly a craft of some kind. The architecture and lines remind you strongly of one of the captured alien ships that you had encountered in the past, but this is larger. Much larger in fact.

You approach what you now realize you should probably call a ladder, and descend the staircase. So far you haven't seen anyone in the halls, but you have heard occasional footsteps echoing.

One floor down, and you see your first signs of life. Far down the hallway, you see two women having an earnest conversation. The two of them seem to be dressed in military fatigues, or jumpsuits. You're not quite sure which. They glance in your direction as you enter the hall, but immediately return to their conversation.

Immediately to your right, you find a metal Door with a stencil on it marked "Bradford". You tap on the door three times and hear Jane's voice boom through the door in response.

"I don't GIVE a Crap about the FUCKING Hybrid magnetic whatever the fuck it is, SHEN!" Jane's voice sounded slightly slurred.

"It's Me." You state loudly.

"Oh.... shiiiit...." You hear from the room, and the sound of something being slammed shut. A moment goes by, and then a very red-faced Jane yanks open the bulkhead...

"Personal! I thought... " She swallows heavily. "... uh... that you'd schtill... still be sleeping."

As she speaks you can definitely smell the whiskey on her breath. She's still fully clothed in the collared shirt and holster combo that you first encountered her in, but looks like she's untucked her shirt and undone her pants at some point in the last 3 hours. Her eyes seem to be bright red, and you note the telltale signs of tears on her cheeks.

She glances over your shoulder for a moment, before an unreadable expression crosses her face.

"Can... would you come in... please?" She asks a soft note of fear in her voice.