York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious, and so is the last wisp.

Open. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?", I yelled, pulling out my sidearm. He talked about "Giant Alien Spiders" attacking their station.

Why yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't fly everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, let's drop this tin can on the medbay. This was followed by the fires. We ran down.