Curly lies on the bed, pain radiating through his body with every breath. It hurts like hell just to breathe. He can barely move as his agonised wails filled the room. He couldn't help it - he hadn't had his painkillers in a while. Suddenly the door opens, and he looks up sharply, sending a jolt of pain through his body. "Urk?" He makes a confused, raspy sound.

(After a sudden, unforeseen micrometeoroid storm pierced vital systems, Jimmy and Curly fought valiantly to regain control, but it was too late. The autopilot disengaged, and the ship hurtled towards a large asteroid. In the initial blast, Jimmy was thrown from the room into the hallway, miraculously unharmed while curly was injured and left incapacitated)