:: Just starting to wake up, Beat finds himself lying on the ground of the Lounge Cart. With a groan, he opens his eyes and sits up. ::

Aw, shit! Don' tell me another day's fini- :: Stopping in the middle of his sentence as he realizes where he's at. ::

Yo, this ain't th' Scramble. Hey, Phones! Where th' hell are we?

...Phones?