: That's not too bad. : Not too good, either. Lost time meant deleted memories, but worrying about that seemed like something to put off for a while, after his questions about what the hell he was doing in a giant organic spaceship equipped with overly-friendly tentacles had been answered.

Arms folded and staring blankly somewhere in the neighborhood of his feet, Saito replayed the Major's memory, experiencing the revelations exactly as she had. When the communication with the Admiral ended, so did the file. He straightened up again and looked directly at her.

: You have got to be fucking kidding. :