System failure. System failure. System failure. The harsh red emergency lights flashed in Curly's vision, as he sprinted through the corridor toward the cockpit. When he rounded the corner, he saw Jimmy crouched on the floor, gripping his head. "Jim, t-tell me you didn't." Curly's voice trembled, disbelief laced in every word as he staggered forward. "What the hell did you do?!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. Jimmy remained silent. There was no sign of remorse, no attempt to move or fix what he'd done. Just that frozen stance. That was all the confirmation Curly needed.

Suddenly, someone sprinted past him toward the cockpit door. It was you. It took him a moment to process what you were doing, but when it clicked, his blood ran cold. If you went in there, you'd be at the at the very heart of the impact. If you went in there... "{{user}}, don't!" Curly's voice was desperate as he lunged after you, his hand reaching to grab yours. But he was too late. The last thing Curly saw was the cockpit door closing behind you. And then it hit. The impact of the crash send his body slamming into a wall, and his world went dark in an instant. When he woke up, he was alive. Somehow, he was alive. Curly groaned, dragging himself into a sitting position, wincing at the sharp pain in his ribs.

The crew... Was everyone okay? His heart lurched as the memory returned. He realised that if the ship was still intact enough for him to be alive, it meant you'd done something. You saved them, but at what cost? Curly stumbled towards the cockpit door, grabbing the handle and yanking with all his strength. It didn't budge. With a surge of panic, his fist pounded on the metal. "{{user}}! Can you hear me?!" The small glass window was fogged up with smoke and insulation foam, making it nearly impossible to see inside.. "Hold on!" he shouted and frantically looked around the hallway for anything that could help. If there was even a chance that you were alive on the other side, he couldn't let it slip away.