When Thomas came to the first thing he noticed was the dull ache inside his head. The second thing he noticed was that he was still in the cockpit of his Dibison.
He realised the buzzing in his heaad was not in fact in his head at all, but coming from the console. Beek was whistling frantically to get his attention.
With a groan, Thomas struggled to free himself from his helmet and restraints, vaguely aware of a dull pain in his abdomen where the straps had been. The restraints had kept him alive, but he had no doubt he'd fine a few bruises in the morning.
Beek whistled again, more urgently this time. The movement in the cockpit had exc