Hugo blinked. The picture became clearer and clearer, with various objects taking shape in front of him. He was holding a cup, and judging by the nice scent, that was his favourite drink. "Ale from home" He realised he was sitting, which confused his senses for a second, forcing him to look around. "A bar." Hugo saw a few familiar faces, or at least he thought they were familiar. Nothing made sense. What time was it? How did he end up here? Where was "here" ? He looked around, his glance stopping at one of the glass panels, revealing the view of Yuma. He calmed down realising he was on Sabah. His next action was, of course, checking his patrol schedule. "All done. But why don't I remember?" He stood up, heading for the ship hangar, completely rapt in thoughts. "I must see the recordings. If the doctors learn about this I'll never leave the hospital." The pleasant music from the bar faded as he got further and further away.
