[ there's a crackling stream of static in the video as it bursts in to life - Cambridge is attempting to do her usual technopathic shit by mentally logging in to the network but she's not really giving it her all. Probably on account of the fact that her attention is half-drawn by the fact she's having to bicker irritably with someone off-screen as she does so: ]

Do shut up - no, just shut your mouth, Justin Bieber, I am trying to transmit here, for the love of God--

[ the feed adjusts itself and Cambridge's face - petulant, frustrated and visibly worried - swims in to view. The backdrop to the feed is one of those hideously never-ending corridors and in the crook of her elbow is an over-sized black leather handbag containing one (1) cat. Which definitely doesn't belong to her. And she's largely ignoring. Guess who hates small furry creatures. ]

Listen here, all of you: for God's sake, don't go out in to the corridors. Evidently someone is playing silly buggers with the ship because it's certainly not making any sense. It's all rather ridiculous out here right now...

[ There's a quaver of fear in her voice that she quickly swallows in an effort to keep a stiff upper lip and SHOW NO FEAR etc etc. ]

Dearest Aberdeen - if you're not dead or sulking or what-have-you then I do believe I've found your horrid cat.

[ A quick shot of the newly-christened Cat the cat in Cambridge's handbag; needless to say this is not that particular Motherfucker. ]

If it survives this horrible door-less ordeal then someone had better take it off my hands before I turn it in to gloves.

[ HOLY DISORIENTATION BATMAN! is a good exclamation for how Nick feels and looks.

Drenched from the liquid from the tube he has just crawled out of, he is popping a couple of pills into his blood-tainted mouth, as if someone had just pulled out one of his teeth (on a closer inspection, he has them all however). Rubbing his hand against his lips to wipe them clean, he swallows the pills and tilts his chin up and down in a sort of 'hello', holding his bag to his chest. He's not dressed in his uniform, he's only wearing socks, boxers and an old t-shirt.

He's a classy dude, can't you tell? ]

Heeey. I have no idea what's going on and I don't remember having any tequila last night, so-- what the fuck is this? I love sci-fi as much as any other guy, but I think I'm tripping out.

Really fucking badly.

Where the hell am I?