[The first time he entered the plane he thought he was dead. Sometimes Heero preferred it that way, but usually not. Not anymore anyway. Then he found himself back at the shop, right back into trying to find the man he'd been chasing after. Pulling the radio from his pocket, he brought it to his lips] Alpha team, I'm moving in. [Pushing the door open slightly, he slid inside, gun drawn and peering about before stepping inside.]

[He found himself on the plane again, gun drawn and pointed ahead of him. The never ending space. Home. It wasn't right, but it didn't stop him from walking about the plane cautiously. He wanted answers and he would get them.] Whoever is in control, come out now.

[No response. That figured. He slid the gun back into his shoulder holster under his uniform jacket and approached the bar. Why was there a bar here? He stood there with his fists clenched at his sides, watching the plane and anticipating something.]