It felt like only seconds between the full system failure and now. However, everything was wrong. Or, rather, everything was right. It was disorienting. Confusing beyond belief. An automatic systems check was in order and the data being received was said to be correct in all aspects… yet what Rush remembered was correct was not. His wingspan was too long… even if only by a few inches, but not only that… the plane's eyes shot open to stare into the sea blue eyes of Streak.

"Goodmorning sleeping beauty," the dragon grinned, hugging himself tighter to Rush's nose. Everything was different… even the colors and ways he perceived the world through vision and hearing. Enhanced was the only way to put it.

"Streak?" Rush blurted, finding his voice to be the only thing correct about the situation. It was comforting, in a way, to hear himself speak… "Felix?" In the moment, with his computers running so fast and focused on so many different things at once, he hardly even recognized that the car shouldn't be here… or the surroundings of which they were in. His former body was still sitting -now nothing more than a shell- across the room, and in his confusion he hadn't even noticed the silvery skin he was in, let alone that he was now lacking a propeller.

Felix let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness that worked," he said quietly, almost in shock that Rush had taken the change so well. He chuckled a little, "You have a very loyal dragon, Rush. As soon as you'd stopped working, he got a hold of me… and here we are. Systems checks are all okay, right?"

Rush closed his eyes, allowing the last results from the full system scan to filter into his mind. "According to the readings, everything's fine…" but he sounded uncertain. "Felix… what exactly happened? These readings sound more like that of a fighter jet than a Corsair…" As he said those words, everything clicked somewhat. He glared at Felix. "You didn't, did you?"

"Yes, I did. We had to. Actually, Streak, Maristella over there and myself all played a part, but it was the only way to bring you back. You'd worn yourself out beyond fixing."

"I didn't WANT to be brought back," Rush almost roared, "Felix, vehicles who DIE are supposed to STAY dead! What were you thinking? What were you all thinking? I understand why you did this, but what purpose do I serve any of you? Nothing notable enough to prolong my existence, that's for sure." It wasn't so much that he believed the words that were spilling from his mouth, but he was so confused and disoriented that nothing made any sense. He felt like making himself shut down, or at least sleep until he could get everything sorted out, but at the same time the thousands of new thoughts and information of the change that had occurred to him overrode any output he tried to give to himself. It was simply too much for his computers to process, which was making his mind reel and anger flare.

Felix already knew not to bring anything technical up… it was already hard enough as it was and he was already noting glitches that could be attributed to the stress on Rush's processors. It'd take time, likely a lot of time, and there was no explaining anything until Rush had had at least a couple hours to understand what had just happened. "Rush, I promise you I DO know what I was thinking, you just need some rest to understand it all," he replied, though he did reverse slightly towards the hangar door just in case. It wouldn't have been the first time he needed to know an escape route.

There was a moment of hesitation from the Corsair turned F-18. "I can't…" he almost cried, "I can't figure anything out." There was a desperation in his voice as the anger broke into a befuddled mess. "Felix, nothing makes sense." He was literally crying now, and Streak clutched at the plane's nose, stroking it softly but unable to say anything comforting at the moment.

"You have to give it time… it will make sense eventually, though," Felix replied, trying to say anything that could possibly help Rush… but he knew all too well that it wouldn't matter much. Once the plane's processors caught up to what was happening, it would be easier.

The plane just closed his eyes, trying to filter through everything at once. Data spiraled through his mind, not making any sense. It was just too much -so much it almost hurt. The F-18 let out a small whimper, trying to hold back full out cries as everything pounded into his databanks and memories. His whole life, now, was flashing through his mind's eye as memories reestablished themselves. They were more painful than the confusion of everything else… especially Glendalcanal. Thankfully they played at lightning pace, and to a human they would be impossible to keep up with or decipher- but even at such a great speed they felt like they crawled by like a snail.

Streak however, looked to Felix, now. "Can't we do something to help him?" he asked, feeling horrible seeing his friend in such a state.

"No. We've done everything we can up until this point, and he has to go through the reboot if anything is going to process correctly," Felix said, though he wished that he could do something about it… it was just the way AI coped with things.

"But he's hurting…" Streak muttered, laying his head back down on Rush's nose. "And I don't like it…"

"It has to happen… his processors need to put everything back in order, and that includes memories," Felix explained, "I had to fix a lot of coding to make sure he didn't terminate himself again."

He didn't want to admit it, but all they could do was wait and see.