What on earth was the matter with him? Rage tried again to lay in a course but a blazing headache nearly blinded him and destroyed his ability to focus. He gasped in pain and grabbed his head in both hands, doubling over and falling to the deck. He lay there folded into a fetal position, in agony. Slowly, ever so gradually, the searing pain subsided. After several long moments it was gone altogether. When he arose from the deck of his bridge he had decided on a different destination -- truth is he couldn't quite remember where he had been attempting to lay a course for before. But he knew now that he was heading back to the nobium fields. He carefully laid in the coordinates, completely free of any residual pain whatsoever. Hmmm... that was odd, wasn't it? The way it came on and then just... left just as fast?
"Zanderfelder. Aerik Zanderfelder." He spoke the name aloud to himself. Now where had he heard that name? He couldn't recall... in fact he was having trouble with his memory in general. So how had he pulled this mysterious name out of thin air? He didn't know. But he knew this man was his agent for selling the nobium. And he also knew his office was in Leipzig Station, Dresden. Now how did he know that? He shook his head. Another puzzle piece in a life that suddenly seemed amazingly fragmented. He rubbed his sore neck. Probably due to the attack, probably needed to see a 'bones' about this neck... He hated the thought. Doctors were not at the top of his list of favorite people. At least he remembered that much... And there was a faint notion of a woman but he could not get a clear image of her in his mind. ...nor retrieve her name from this malfunctioning brain.
Anyway, he shook off the thought and busied himself with preparations for launching. Everything would be revealed in time, he supposed. Time... yeah, now to get busy and make up for lost time...