Nate jerked awake. Well, that was a weird dream. Cake? Whatever. Sliding out of his little hollow, he slid into his boots before letting his feet touch the floor. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he set off to jog. His body felt off though, sluggish, as if he hadn't moved in a long time. He was stiff, and achey, and really, it didn't do very much to improve his temper. Jogging through the halls of the ship, he noticed that a lot of people were bustling around. But he didn't see any reason for it. Shrugging inwardly he headed to the Obs Deck.

Dropping onto one of the puffy couch things, he crossed his legs under him and shut his eyes to meditate. He'd found since coming here, that he couldn't seem to think straight. His thoughts were in turmoil, as if something was there, just under his skin, something he should have remembered, but couldn't. Half remembered glimpses of faces, places, the sound of a voice, the heat of flames licking his skin. It made it difficult to focus. So he'd taken to meditating.

Shutting his eyes, he took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind. Make it all go black just for awhile so that he could think.

((So Nate has been having a hard time adjusting to the ship. Feel free to poke him though! He's also kinda messed up in the head right now. From being Glados-ed and just in general. :D))