If anybody needs Zita, she's busy running screaming across the Obs Deck. Screw the weapons and possessions lockers, she has some SPAZZING to do.

Now this wasn't something Matthew expected. To slip out of a greasy pod, naked and covered in slime, standing in what looked like a giant intestine was definitely not on his list of expected happenings. Still, he adjust quickly, brushing some of the glop off himself and standing tall. "What the fuck is going on here?" he wondered aloud, taking in the sight around him. Millions of pods covered the walls, and he found the eerie sensation that he was somewhere ... familiar plaguing him more and more.

"Where the hell am I?" he asked, his voice echoing amongst the empty silence. This was easily the strangest shit he knew of.