Telemachus stirred awake, hearing two voices. One, familiar, the other, wasn't he talking to him before? That guy in the blue with the weird smile? Moving one of his hands, he rubbed his face, trying to clear the grogginess out of his system.

"What happened?"

He opened his eyes, and looked around. Not Med Deck. Oh, right. They had been fucked over yet again and were no where near Andromeda. Figures.
"How'd I get here?" It was a legitimate question. Normally when you fell down drunk on Seefra you woke up with no wallet or a bunch of prostitutes hanging around you. Or maybe that was just him.