CEC Mission ER350...

...that was what he'd heard Hammonds call their mission, right?

Well, now in time, Isaac had no clue what was right and what was wrong. What was real, what was false.

He should have never come here, should have never even thought of coming to the Ishimura, but he'd done it for Nicole.

Nicole...

...he still had to find her, she was on the ship somewhere, he knew it, he did with a hundred percent certainty.

He'd been stalking through dark, desolate halls, the only sound the deep hum of the ship, his audibly amplified breathing, and the harsh 'thump' 'thump' of his metal boots with every step.

His blue visor highlighted the dim corridor with every glance, his engineer rig covered in god knows what...

...it'd probably never smell the same, he realized, before he paused.

He needed to find a...what was it again?

Oh yeah, a shock pad, to blow through the barricade in the Med Ward, to get to the Captain's RIG for...

...well, he'd have time to go back over it with Hammonds later.

He used his pathfinder, huffing, reaffirming he was on the right track, before he continued on...

...only to hear a loud bang in the room to his right, it muffled, but audible, the metal sliding door preventing immediate entry, but it shone blew, signifying it being unlocked.

He'd raised his trusty Plasma Cutter right at that door, before he slowly moved over to it, each step precise, measured, yet still fearful.

He opened the door only to find...

...another person?

A survivor!

Who...had seemingly just tripped and fell?