Rodney took several deep breaths, readying himself to shoot whatever was behind the bushes. He placed his finger on the trigger and blinked as a bead of sweat rolled into one of his eyes. He was about to shoot when a familiar voice called out to him, followed by Carson coming from out of the bushes. Oh thank god. At least someone else survived the crash. "Carson!" he said as he lowered his gun.
However, Rodney felt the urge to raise it again when Carson started to talk. Heaven? What in the hell was he talking about? Rodney furrowed his brow, and looked Carson over. He first looked to see the other man had a head injury. When he saw he didn't, Rodney's eyes ticked over the rest of Carson's body.
"Heaven? What are you talking about, Carson?" He stopped talking when he noticed Carson's clothes. "What's wrong with your clothes? You had your mission uniform on the last time I saw you. Did the jumper crash knock them off...and then you found new clothes in the bushes?"
None if this made sense. Crashes didn't cause people's clothes to change. Maybe they were in Heaven. Rodney his gun away and looked down at the small spots of blood on his hand. "Do you bleed in Heaven?" he asked.