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[He had his freak out. He'd spent most of the day before pacing around his room, trying to piece together some memories of his life before yesterday morning. He had a picture of a blonde woman -- no idea who she was. Though he imagined that he loved her since it had been on his bedside table. There were some clothes and what seemed to be manuals lying around, and a few other pictures of people he didn't recognize either.
But hanging around his room wasn't going to solve anything, so Trip ventured from his room. To find out about this ship he was stuck on. Or meet some people, whichever. Feel free to bug him.]
But hanging around his room wasn't going to solve anything, so Trip ventured from his room. To find out about this ship he was stuck on. Or meet some people, whichever. Feel free to bug him.]