Fletcher had just returned from GLaDOS's various tests, and was now in his room in the crew quarters getting reacquainted with the meatship.

Something was strange about it all, though. Somehow, he got the feeling that the room was too big for just him, and emptier than it should be... they were all the same size, though, weren't they? So that was silly.

He sat on his bed, munching on a candy bar he'd picked up while grocery shopping on Zokez II, and waited.

With no other real goal in mind other than amusing herself, Alessa had aged herself slightly. She could switch back to her younger human guise when she felt the need, but for now she wanted to test this incarnation out, just to see what would come of it. She had left her part of Silent Hill for a little bit and decided that she would go to the mess hall, poking at the glop that even the humans on the ship hesitated to call food: she couldn't really blame them.

She didn't mind this aging: it gave her more maneuverability with her body, and the added height was a bonus. Of course, she would retain her younger Alessa body when she reverted to her demon self, but this was fine. Her hair seemed to have a glossiness she hadn't recalled in her younger body, and she saw better occasion to actually dress in something beside the damning uniform Alessa had worn.

She wondered if she would actually meet any of her friends today: Vivio, Sasami, even Nanoha. That in itself was strange: FRIENDS was not a word she would have ever associated with herself, and it was strange enough wondering what she and Shadow were, though she knew for certain that he approved of her new look. It was funny, how something like this changed certain people's perception of you.

If they didn't know or care you were a demon, that is.