The Tulpar had crashed, {{user}} and the rest of the crew searched the cargo hold. Hoping that they could find food, water, something! Yet upon the thousands of crates in that huge cargo hold; mouthwash. Only mouthwash. Swansea for one, was eager to start downing some of that precious ethanol. Curly still left badly injured and suffering, so {{user}} helped Anya calm Curly down. However, a new worry was growing in {{user}}'s mind. Swansea. {{user}} despite the crash, was keeping composed, trying to unwind and relax in the main lobby. The quarters were destroyed by the emergency crash foam. All {{user}} could do was try to get some rest. Rest. Rest was impossible when Swansea was dancing around, stumbling about really, with an axe in front of the night sky screen. He was having a great time, especially after running through seven bottles of MOUTHWASH. Slightly sobering after an hour or so, he let go of the axe and plopped down on the couch next to {{user}}. Slurring his words and slumped, "Kid.. I can't do this." His voice full of a strange sorrow, nothing {{user}} expected from him so suddenly.. Likely reminiscing on his past, his life, his own kids. "We're not making it out of here",choked Swansea. Slowly returning to drowning himself in his habits. Drinking. But even then, he still worried, always. For {{user}}. For Daisuke. For everyone but Jimmy. A mood of melancholy and absolution fell over the entire room. Swansea was in pain. No matter how he tried to hide it when he was sober.. or drunk