Anwei stepped inside and her eyes went wild, flickering and circling, trying to find text and numbers and sense in the throbbing blur of video chaos. She nearly lost her balance; as it was she swayed alarmingly, arms out a little ways.

Then she closed her eyes, hard. Reopening them, her gaze found a red couch and a young man sitting on it, looking as dazed as she felt. Not the young man who had recently been in Med Bay, although they were strikingly alike. She looked back at the static, a little more cautiously this time, but still couldn't find any coherent patterns.

"Does this mean something?" she finally asked him, gesturing.