Location: Captain's Cabin
Grissom writhed on the floor of the Captain's Cabin; or at least, that's where he believed he was. The ship must have been attacked. That's the only explanation for the flames, and the smoke. The entire room was on fire. He could see, almost with his mind's eye, the bodies strewn around. Was the Captain amongst them? Was the ship now under his command? Grissom had no idea. "They'll be expecting me to take command!" he thought to himself, though he couldn't bring himself to stand up. And the smoke pushed him down so much he didn't see how he could even move. So much smoke... where had he ever seen this much smoke? Not since Chin'toka, on the Galaxy. He'd had to step up there too, hadn't he? Man the tactical station. But if he could do it then, why can't he do it now? Why can't he even bring his arms to move? He knows he's conscious, because he can see. He can see the faces of those around him. But they're burnt, red. How badly was the ship hit? The Captain, half of his face must be gone! And all the other department heads, their injuries can't have been survivable! But some of them are walking around, shouting! Before he can even comprehend what's happening, another burst of pain shoots through his veins and he blacks out again.