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Cloud
"Jim."
A slender figure came blurrily into view. "Wake up, Jim," she whispered.
He recognized the voice immediately and felt a surge of relief. Jim groaned and pushed himself up slowly from his lying position. Head swimming with mild dizziness, he shut his eyes instantly.
"How long was I out, Uhura?" Jim rubbed his temples and blinked hard.
"Not that long. Are you feeling alright?" Uhura squeezed her captain's arm gently, worry written on her face.
Jim didn't reply, his blue eyes scanning the entire room.
Wait a minute.
Even though his mind was still sluggish, the small living room was entirely familiar…
Jim looked at Uhura, eyes pleading for some answers.
"How the hell did we get to Iowa?"