The universe, it seemed, was determined to keep himself and Troi from getting to the Beta Veldonna system, and the Titan. He wondered where she was as he explored, hoping very much that the entities that had captured him had let her be. As tragic as he found his separation from her, as difficult as it would be to be stranded here - ostensibly for the rest of his natural life - he wished her freedom from it more passionately still. He would find his way back to her, out of here; it would drive him.
But before he found his way out, he had to map his surroundings, get a feel for the other prisoners here. He explored. This place...if it was a holosuite, then it was an impressive program. If it was an invention, a polished and personalised prison, like the Royale, then it was bigger and more intricate than he could have imagined. The dome was a nice touch. Like the dangerous cave system on the holoship, it suggested that there was nothing beyond but the crushing ocean, and dissuaded attempts to escape that way point blank.
It was as he was passing the warm, earthy smells of what was in all appearances an Earth steak-house - his growling stomach reminding him that he hadn't eaten in what felt like days - he spotted a familiar head of brown hair. Hardly daring to believe it, he laid his thoughts on his sleeve, only to get no reply. Imzadi. Deanna. Is that you?
It made his approach all the more wary, and he called out softly; out loud. "Deanna?"