Ellen followed Eric further into the room, him going one way and herself another. She managed to make her way through the wrecked lockers and their contents that were strewn about the floor, mixing themselves with other debris. She turned toward Eric's voice and made her way towards the voice's general direction. His sudden movement and question to someone laying on the floor momentarily froze Ellen on the spot, but she regained her focus and jogged after him.<br/><br/>She stopped about a meter from the two bodies laying on the ground after hearing the familiar voice. It was Daric, the jokester from the patio twenty years back. After all these years, he remembered her. Finally, someone other than family and co-workers knew her on this ship ... someone alive especially. "Coincidence my ass,<em>estupido</em>," Ellen said. For a moment her voice sounded serious, but as she knelt before Daric and seeing his cocky expression on his face, she bore a smile on her face that glimmered as the lights above them momentarily illuminated the area for a minute or two. She placed the med kit near Daric and told Eric, "Hey, can you check that guy's vitals? Just see if he has a pulse." She turned back to Daric and ask, "Looks like you need my help, don't you?" She placed a hand on Daric's forehead, to see if a temperature fluctuation existed. "Now, where are you hurt?"<br/><br/>She tried to hide the dried wounds on her arm in whatever shadow she could muster from the lights. Her head wound, although, was exposed for Daric to see. After a few seconds of silence from Daric, she asked again, "Well? That crash didn't tear your vocal cords, right? I thought I heard singing somewhere. That wouldn't be you right?" She especially asked questions that would give Daric optimism, which twenty years ago, some rubbed off of him and onto Ellen. Her purpose of asking was to keep him awake as well. She did not want Daric dying on her all of sudden.