*grabs his jacket and goes through the door when suddenly a tone starts at the comm console. He checks the time and decides to make his way back to the console* [Accessing entry #2335 - Appliance form] Mr. Moor...Fighter pilot..*nods*..aham ...Toledo, Mr. Moor...hmm this rings a bell though i am not sure...*a sudden flashback of fires, explosions and screams, and a face, passing in front of him, with a fighter pilot helmet hanging at the back of the flight-suit; - a voice from the crowd -"Hurry up Moor. We need everyone out there." - the face*...what...It can't be...*with shaking hands turns on a comm channel* Mr. Moor?...Good. Meet me in space right now. We need to talk....