Thompson had a pounding headache as he slowly regained consciousness, finding himself lying on his back on the floor, staring at a golden, ornate ceiling.<em>"That's weird,"</em>he thought to himself.<em>"I'm sure the ceiling of the mess hall didn't look this fancy last time I checked."</em>He sat up gingerly, wincing as he felt a sharp pain in his right arm and looking around. He was on the bridge of ship, but a quick glance told him it wasn't the one he had been on moments before.<br/><br/>"Hello?" he called out, unsure if there would even be anyone out there. "Someone mind telling me what the hell is going on here?"