the orient express

You know what would be nice, train? If one of these candies actually made me see any of this stuff.

That was disconcerting. Thanks for being so generous in returning my memories to me, train.

[One moment she was on Galactica's hanger deck and the next she was somewhere else. A room of some sort on a moving vehicle if the landscape rushing past outside the window was anything to go by. A prison cell? No, these quarters looked much too comfortable to be that.]

"Hello? Is anyone there? [...] Are you alive?"