*Daric opened his eyes slowly.* "<em>Oh, crap... I can't be falling asleep. Don't know if I have a concussion or not. Maybe if I sing something to myself?</em>*He pulled himself over to a locker and leaned up against it. The effort caused him to break into a sweat again, the long cut on the right side of his head spilled a trickle of fresh blood. He sat quietly and then grinned broadly, remembering an old and rare recording of a little song recovered from a computer on Earth. He began singing this softly to himself, pausing occasionally to catch his breath. {Click here and listen to the first song. (http://tinyurl.com/67kbsqq)} He looked to his right at the body he had awoken to and forced a smile.* "<em>This one's for you, handsome. Good luck on your journeys.</em>" *He wondered how goofy he might sound, but it would be better than listening to the cries and screams he heard fading from the ship. His ribs ached and his voice strained on some parts, but it was working. He was amused he had remembered this particular jingle and as he started, tried to keep from laughing."<br/><br/><strong>Situational Awareness: The survivors of the crash immediately set out in search of food and water as most had been sustained on a transfusion of liquid nutrients while in cryo. Even that was very little, as metabolisms had been slowed in cryo and consumption was miniscule. Those that had been awake long enough to get food went in search of safety. The ship was still burning in some places and electricity sparked in others. Others wanted to escape the scene of carnage and the klaxons and retreated through the exit of the ship to the outside, nude and otherwise. Out of the nearly 5000 onboard, about 20% wer now confirmed deceased and another 45% were unaccounted for. Half of the survivors were still frozen until further notice and those that were awake were confused on how to proceed. Some took charge and organized searches throughout the worst parts of the ship. The atrium was pretty much abandoned besides a few.</strong>