With military precision, Peggy was showered and dressed within twenty minutes, her locker items retrieved and safely stowed away. She felt a bit ill but it didn't stop her from what she intended to do. This time, Peggy decided to go back into the Med Bay and see if anyone required assistance; she had volunteered after all.

However, there was a second reason for her return: she was looking for someone. After hearing that people could arrive even after they had died, Peggy intended to keep an eye out for familiar faces from home. Namely the person whom she had kept a picture of in her jacket pocket ever since she arrived here. Thankfully, the picture was in her locker when she went to it earlier.

Looking around herself, Peggy took the picture out of her pocket and held it out in the palm of her hand, brushing a finger down it, an almost wistful look on her face. The picture itself was torn and crumpled but it was hers and a reminder of someone that she cared about very much. She had hoped that they would turn up one day and while she wouldn't wish imprisonment on them, seeing him again would make her incredibly happy.