[ Amos had wandered off, but Alex was still feeling pretty disoriented, and he wasn't totally sure he was up to wandering around the decks, yet. Instead, he stripped down his jumpsuit to his waist so that he could get a good look at the healing fork stab wound on his arm. It had already healed up a lot, on the Behemoth, but it looked like almost nothing more than a scar, now. It was still sore, though, and he winced a little as he moved his arm around. ]
forward dated to morning of the 21st, 48 hours after Alex's disappearance