Ze'ev looked out the view screen, scanning, back and forth, watching the JH... he waited, and waited... hours on end, he was waiting for a particular ship. Thirty six hours he had been watching, sitting in his chair, not moving a muscle the entire time. One might mistake it for sleep, but Ze'ev no longer slept, his mind had become muddled, he couldn't figure out quite what was happening, but he knew he was changing. He had been hearing the voices for weeks now, but they were still just out of his ability to hear clearly. They danced around the edge of his consciousness, just out of his reach. He had come to accept them, to even gain comfort in them, while he was alone on the ship, he knew he was not alone in his head.