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Philbert Sigismund Wolf

"I probably do," the doctor said, "but it can wait. Whoever attacked us gave me some basic treatment down there."

Philbert stepped out of the elevator.

"The captain will probably want to hear from me, seeing as I was down there. I don't know how safe it is for me to approach him though. I was out for several minutes down there and I don't know whether they did something with me. They drugged me with at least one substance and I'm still trying to sort out my thoughts."

Wolf paused, bringing the palm of his hand to rest on his chin before suddenly withdrawing it as the sharp pain of burnt skin touching burnt skin jolted him back to the current situation.

"Someone down there, I can't really recall whom, told me to tell the captain that if demands weren't met, people would die."

Despite it having been less than a minute ago, drugs and injuries have pushed the memory far enough back for it to be a considerable effort to drag the recollections to the fore of his mind.

"I was also given some metallic object that I was supposed to give to Messman. Thought it could be bomb...or...threw it out closing..."

The rest of what the doctor had to say was lost in a jumble of incomprehensible words as Wolf's attention drifted away to far away thoughts. He could have still been standing, he could have been sliding to the floor, his mind had decided to not care about the signals the body kept sending.