[ York doesn't like the sound of that question. His brows knit together, a small furrow between, and his stomach feel heavy. Waiting for the drop. They suspected about North, but... York didn't want to believe that either. Wash had just been a massive jerk about the whole thing, had barely spoken to confirm that one and York... no. ]

We were backing Tex up, infiltrating Wyoming's base. I hacked a holographic lock on his entrance teleporter. Tex went through, I jumped in to follow her.... and woke up here. Alone.