In any ordinary situation it is very hard to tell how long you’ve been blacked out for. But this is not an ordinary situation.

You know that technically you didn’t black out. Technically it was something else entirely but it felt like you blacked out. You know that there is no real way to mark how long you were blacked out for. But it felt like just a moment.

You open your eyes and see through the visor to the inside of the capsule. Everything seems the same. The only difference is you can hear a distant high pitch frequency getting lower and lower then fading away.

There’s no way of knowing you were successful at all. You look out the port hole. Metz has come down from the gallery. Ash is stood there too. There are less people than before. Amongst them…

…amongst them stands you.

You remember standing there. You remember having that look on your face. You remember seeing yourself in the capsule… exactly one month ago.

The mission worked.

You don’t know what to do. They’re all looking at you so, you wave and all they can do is stare.

There’s not much else to do. That’s all they need. It was only meant to be a short jump.

You reach down and hit the green button.

And you black out once again.