Wash awoke, some unknown hours later in a bunk, apparently the doctor had found him and transferred him here. He sat up slowly, remembering the first time he awoke, but the spinning seemed to have calmed down to a slight wooziness. It wasn't enough to make him lay back down and, thankfully, he didn't feel like throwing up again. The only problem he had was this pain in his back, but he would live.<br/><br/>So Wash looked around trying to find the whereabouts of his shirt, and saw it poking out of a trash can. He went over to it, opened the lid and pulled out what remained of his shirt.<em>Damn...</em>he thought,<em>I really liked that one... Guess I'll go look for another one</em>He headed out the door and ran right into a man of similar build, with startling blue eyes, and what appeared to be ink splotches on his hands.<br/><br/><strong>You must be our local historian, um, David is it? Sorry about that, I have been a little off since the landing</strong>