Light pulled up his shirt to cover his mouth as best as he could as he we tossed about in the waves made of flesh and bone. [i]Bone...[/i] He patted his pocket, one hand still holding the tight fabric up to his nose. It was still there, the small piece of yellowish alien spine resting quietly in his pocket. His mind was consumed with the thought of what it was and how to find that out, but his attention was drawn to something else. The rather large something that Light had just ran into. He bounced off the creature, his left hand dropping his shirt, exposing him to the recycled particles of air in the ship that was full of filth. He right hand clutched the bone in his pocket that was now stabbing into his palm. He looked up at the man, his gaze a mixture of wonder and apology. 

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