After lunch Ami and Scott joined a few of their fellow amnesiacs in exploring the bunker. They'd just discovered the armory -- which to everyone's surprise made Ami stagger away, ashen-faced -- when a high-pitched whine penetrated the concrete walls. A muffled boom and a brief tremor suggested that *something* had crashed.

"Jesus. What now?" Scott muttered from inside the weapon-filled room. He glanced over his shoulder to see how Ami was taking the latest crisis but found only beige wall. "Ami?" he said aloud and telepathically.

Curiosity and excitement flowed across their link. "We need to see what happened!"

Scott joined the others who'd already exited into the hallway. "We do? We don't know who *we* are, where were are, or what's out there!" /And you're still not 100%,/ he reminded Ami.

Ami crossed her arms under her breasts. Scott found the gesture to be simultaneously frustrating and kind of hot. /I feel fine./ "That sounded like an aeroplane. What if it crashed like ours did? I'd want someone to help me."

About half of the group agreed with Ami. There was no way Scott was letting her wander around an unknown jungle alone, so didn't bother protesting. Instead he caught up with his fianacee(!), trying not to react to her too-innocent grin.

OOC: More in a few minutes. Just wanted to get this much posted.