<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5zA9G_HrMvY/S9Hh8O3MKnI/AAAAAAAALG8/iuvKDQl0Siw/s1600/brandon_stoughton8.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Arvad Cree<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Supply room<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rachel, Marisol + open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Dazed and confused<br/>As he was coming to, there was a ringing in his ear that would pulse. Loud at first before fading out to a low ring and then fading back in to the loud. As such, he was only hearing pieces of what the woman had said. "Wai-...Wha?" His head was hurting to much to pronounce the 't' sound. His head was throbbing. He quickly raised an arm to shield his eyes as the lamp was brought around and cast too much light on his night eyes. He blinked repeatedly as his eyes began getting used to the sudden light.<br/><br/>His vision was blurred at first, probably by whatever had caused the throbbing in his head and the ache on the back of his skull. As the thobbing anf ringing faded, his eyes seemed to slowly clear. He squinted as he saw fingers in his face. He hadn't heard her ask as the ringing had been loud when she had asked. As they came into view, he spoke. "F-four. No wai- three." He was slowly getting his bearings and remembered his bags. He grabbed it and ruffled through it to make sure nothing was broken or missing. Everything was as it should be.<br/><br/>He looked up to the man and woman, still squinting and blinking awkwardly. He didn't remember their faces as being part of his friends crew. "I do not remember you two. Has Captain Phillip gotten himself a new crew?" He shook his head to negate the question. Wrong move as his head was now spinning and throbbing again. "Never you mind. I need to speak with Captain Phillip. Post haste if you please."