The Lucky Penny

[Zapp]

Sydney came to with Mourning on top of her, sleeping again. She felt... fuzzy. Must be the aftershocks of the headaches. Trying to get off, the most she could do was push Mourning off her and then lurch to her feet, very uncoordinated. The ceiling rushed at her, then receded just as rapidly. Dizzy! Walls were spinning, spinning, twirly-whirly like a top gone mad.

"Turn off the room, I wanna get off," Sydney said in a drunken slur, staggering from side to side, bumping into the walls. Luckily all loose objects were secured in drawers and cupboards, or things would've started to fly - either by Sydney hitting them or by the room throwing them about in its motion.

Five minutes. Sat down, watched the room swim merrily, round and round the merry-go-round... merry stream on the merry-go-round, on Christmas! Her thoughts were... confused. Can't think.

Five more minutes, and she felt fine. It was a dim memory that slightly frightened the now coherent Sydney, but she put it behind her, while putting Mourning back on the bed, and the blanket back on her. Work to be done, she went up to the cockpit and launched.