Frostbite sighed. He had no idea what was happening elsewhere in the ship; all he knew was what he could see within the confines of the medical bay. He had retired here, as he had found it the best place for him to rest comfortably, especially with his broken wing. However, he was too comfortable. He wanted to know what was going on. He had lain still or slept through most of the last twenty-four hours, but now he had had enough. However, his muscles felt stiff and protested as he tried to get up. With an effort, he got to his feet.
Elsewhere on the ship, there was a faint mewing coming from inside a small compartment. Swiftbrush, curious as ever, had been investigating the ship when he came across this strange thing. He had sniffed it, and prowled around to see it from different angles, but it still puzzled him. With a few flaps of his small, feathered wings, he hovered in the air and was able to see from the topside. It was open at the top! But... what could be inside? The kitten had dropped down into it to investigate the inside, but with a sudden jerk the comparment slid into the wall, and Swiftbrush was plunged into darkness. He gave a frightened yowl and began clawing around in the darkness, but the pitch blackness remained. He was scared, possibly more than he had ever been before in his life. After a few minutes he began mewing for help. To him it seemed there was nothing else he could do.