Yelling woke Ash. Before the marines, he would sleep through [i]anything[/i], but now he'd wake up at the slightest noise. Instinctively thinking it was a superior officer, he bounced up and stood at attention. But he saw nothing. Instead, he found his surroundings vastly different from the barracks. 

It was wide, empty, and strangely uncomfortable. He turned to look at the rest of the warehouse and found the source of the yelling: a teenage girl facing away from him. He yelled at her, but she couldn't hear him at all. He started walking towards her, and a few steps later, realized he was not hearing his footsteps. 

"Crap. Not again," he said as he looked back at his origin. There, his unconscious body laid sprawled in his physical training uniform.

By reflex, he dove straight for his body, though he knew that would do nothing. He had no idea how to control his astral projection. Not yet.