Who: Miguel Where: Wandering the station When: Early this morning What: slipping in through the cracks Open: Don't mind.
He had woken up in a bed. (With Sarah? Interesting.)
Lyla was still working, and not cannibalised to try and boost different parts of the station. (He'd missed her, shocking hell)
Apparently he still wore glasses and contacts and even some normal clothes here, although they were a bit big on him. And he had enough oxygen, and food, and water, and coffee.
Whatever that crazy bithead Higgs had been planning, he'd managed to pull it off, and that was great. But at that point in time, Miguel was eating. He'd raided the kitchen in Sarah's? His? (Their??) apartment, and headed towards one of his usual safe spots to stash the food. He knew better than to eat it all in one go, no matter what he wanted to do, so he'd allowed himself a full bagel and then the rest was webbed up out of the way.
He found an empty docking bay and jumped up into one of the corners, and spent a few minutes in Lyla's programming. The Holoagent was his now, although he left all previous settings in place, just in case. But there was a hidden part of her that meant his voice, requests, orders, whatever, now took top priority over anything else. Including any other versions of himself.
Her first job was to catch him up on what his counterpart had been doing. Genetic database, exploring, teaching, getting married (?) to Sarah (?), okay... He could deal with that. She showed him all the people that would interact with Miguel, the kids he taught, the people who worked with him, his stepkids... right.
Dropping back down to the floor, Lyla projected a Miguel-hologram over him and his spider-suit. No more gaunt face or scraggy beard, no more too-big clothes, none of that. He looked like he should have done if he'd wound up on this station.
He could go back to the apartment he'd woken up in now. He could have a shower. And coffee.