Ray helped Gaia to her feet, thanking every deity he could think of. He remembered her being very enraged, almost violent. Now that she couldn't remember anything, she'd gotten a clean slate. "Well, let's find a place to crash. I don't want people passing out in the halls." He shepherded everyone into an arts and crafts room, which luckily had a push door. Ray set pieces of paper up on the viewing port, and propped a chair against the door, keeping anyone outside from getting in. He did a head count; Gaia, J.C., Acon, Jason, himself, Cori. He looked outside, and hoped he hadn't missed anyone. Ray watched, as everyone began to find places to sleep. As everyone slept, he got to work. Ray pulled one of the larger desks in the room open, and found a small shotgun, complete with a handful of shells. He loaded it, and counted, five rounds total. Ray clutched the gun to his chest, and sat on the desk, taking first watch, and probably the only watch, of the night.
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