(Stern, bitter) I'm not your personal medic, Graves. Take her to a hospital on Earth. I have more important things to take care of. (Under his breath) Pinche pendejo...

(Comforting, paternal) You could never do anything to let me down. Remember that. I couldn't be more proud of you, Jack. And I'm here for you always. 

My eyes flutter open and I dart into an upright position, hyperventilating. I look around and take notice of the silent, dark room I’m in. Calmness washes over me and I calculate the time. It’s late morning and I curse myself for oversleeping. Pulling back the covers, I slide out of bed and turn on the light. I get dressed and unlock my bedroom door, peering outside before leaving the comfort of my sleeping space. The workshop remains as still and untouched as I left it last night before bed. 

    I always begin my mornings by making sure that everything is in its rightful place and nothing is missing. If something were missing, it would indicate that someone else has invaded my space and taken it. It is important for me to keep my workshop protected. There are valuables within it that can be very dangerous if placed in the hands of the wrong person. That aside, my location shouldn’t be compromised. Although the current danger seems to be coming from Galeko, there are always other forces lurking underneath our suspicions. Forces Sierra knew about, but could never trust in explaining to me.