Over the next few days, the craft had been taken to the Unit, and the scene had been cleaned up. The Unit had people covering up the story and such, and agents were taking turns 'guarding' the patients that had survived the crash.

At the moment, Ty was in the room with the two of them, the two having separate beds.

He sighed and yawned, before taking a drink from the coffee cup he had with him.

"Heh." he chuckled.

"This really IS premium stuff." he said.

"Thanks for telling me about it, Vyn." he commented to the air, referring to what he and Sydney had chatted about while they had been waiting for the cleanup and reclamation crews.

'Ah, she seems to speak English.' Ty thought, though he couldn't place the accent. At all.

'This should make things easier.' he reasoned.

"You are in the medical wing of the Unit. The organization I work for." he answered her question.

"And don't freak out." he then quickly said.

"We mean you no harm here." he assured her. "If we did, trust me, you'd be waking up in... less friendly surroundings, shall we say." he added.

"......." Tyson was silent for a moment, before clearing his throat.

"We ARE government-funded, yes." he confirmed.

"Unofficially, anyway..." he mumbled further.

"But I assure you, we are definitely NOT under any kind of budget stress." he said.

"Quite frankly, we have some of the best medical technology here, as well as some of the best medics working here." he then told her further.

"Hence why you're waking up in as good a condition as you're in."

".........................." again, Tyson was silent for a moment.

"Firstly, for your information, those monitors are state-of-the-art." he told her. "Technically, the model is not yet available to the consumer public, due to special privileges, one can say." he said.

"So please refrain from referring to advanced tech as though it is primitive." he continued.

"And as you can see, your companion is sleeping in the bed next to you." he told her.

"As for your other passenger... well... he was not as fortunate as you two." he lamented.

"Back in time? Blackhole...?" Ty muttered to himself, before shaking his head.

"You've been here for about 3 days." he told her.

"Your craft crash-landed in the middle of a forest, so we rescued you from your ship." he explained.

"...and don't worry, your ship is here as well." he then said.

"We recovered it, as well as all the debris from it we could find."

Ty was more confused than ever, but decided to answer her questions first, before asking his own.

"Well... hm." he muttered.

"I'll start more locally, and work my way out." he said.

"We're in San Diego." he told her.

"Which is in the United States." he went on.

"...in North America." he then tacked on.

"If you need anything more than that, I honestly can't think of what to tell you, other than you're on the planet Earth." he then chuckled.

"Depends on what our head medic says." Tyson responded.

"You and your friend had some serious injuries." he told her.

"You alone suffered a serious concussion, multiple bruises and lacerations, cracked ribs, and your ankle is broken." he explained further.

"So we'll have to wait and see what your prognosis is from Angela." he concluded.

"Bit since you're awake, that should be a little easier to determine." he added with a shrug.

"By the way, who are you?" he then asked, finally getting to the questions HE wanted to ask.

"Hello, Violet." Ty responded.

"I am Agent Tyson King." he introduced himself.

"And I can only imagine it was a rough landing." he then said. "Your craft was pretty banged up when we found it." he said further.

"What happened?" he asked.

"How did you end up making such a... bombastic... entrance?"

"Uhhh..." Ty muttered.

"Riiiiiight." he said.

"Let's... let's back up a bit there." he told her, clearing his throat a little.

"A... blackhole, you say?" he asked.

"Which is to say... that vacuum phenomenon in space, where not even light can escape?" he asked further.

"You... went through one."

"Uh... huh." he said.

"I was unaware that any nations were embarking on such a mission." he admitted.

"I didn't think any nations thought it possible TO embark on such a mission." he then added.

"....certainly not Russia... not China... The U.S. isn't..." he mumbled. "Can't think of anyone else that would even have the funding to even think about it..." he continued.

"Where are you from?" he asked her.