Phil was in one of the lounge chairs, eyes glassy looking but wide open, and rather unresponsive in his trance-like state. The vibrations and ringing from his comm brought him out of it and he frowned slight as he came out of the land of the dreaming. There'd been some good midday maps happening around that he'd been roaming! This interruption better be good...
Phil got out of his chair slowly and made his way to the quinjet. It wasn't a dream but perhaps something interesting might pop up here.
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