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Somewhere Between Reality and Unconsciousness

 

mCapt. Jacob Duncan collapsed as he entered sickbay. His body could only take so much more of the punishment before it would begin shutting itself down. Every fiber of his being felt overloaded...and still feels overloaded. He could only think it had something to do with the experience with the ship at Axaia, but he wasn't sure and he really had no way to find out.

 

As the voices of the doctors attending to him began to fade away into the distance, he was suddenly surrounded by a white plane. As he could tell, the plane went on for miles. There was no other colors...no doors, no way out. Just white. As he began to walk, he could feel nothing...he could see that there was nowhere to really go and no place he could run. He attempted to scream...but no one heard his cries for help.

 

For one of the first times in his life, he felt truly alone and scared. In his present condition, especially after the ship incident, he felt at peace, but he knew that unless he could fix what was wrong with himself within himself, that this white nothingness would become his home.

 

mCapt. Jacob Duncan

355th Marine Battallion

USS Arcadia, NCC-1742-E