He pinwheels wildly for a moment, feeling the jolt right through his shoulders, until he finally regains his balance. Fucking ice. Everywhere. It's impossible to get places without taking your life in your hands and the only good thing is that no-one is actively trying to kill him.

There's a voice. It's a voice that cuts right to the core because it's familiar and awful and painful and he simply can't be hearing that right now.

He has to look around at the buildings, like something from a Christmas card that had never matched the reality of where Wash had grown up, to remind himself that he isn't on Sidewinder. It's hard to do that when he turns and there is...

"Meta..."