My mind aches as I pick myself up off the ground and look at my surroundings. The area seems dangerously familiar. The lush forest, the occasional spew of gas from the floor, and when a fruit fly the size of a small dog flies past, realization hits me.
I'm home.
An expression of intensive happiness crosses my face as childhood memories flush my mind and I notice that I'm not far from my ancestral town. I take off in the direction towards it and am just about to cross over the ancient stepping stones at the entrance of the town when I fall.
I'm not sure why I'm falling, or indeed where I could be falling to. My eyes dart back and forth, tendrils from in the darkness are reaching for me, I can hear a staticy voice calling my name.
I wake with a jolt and look around worriedly. The ship is in a wreck and most of the computer in front of me is smashed. The only thing that is currently not giving off sparks is the radio. I hear Nixon's voice coming through it, "Cho, are you there? Cho answer me!"
I feel for my headset, see that it is still on, and open coms. "Yeah, I'm not dead yet Nixon."