It's not a mistake Wing would make were he in his right mind. And the name snaps recognition into place, the Here and Now crashing through the memory and dispersing it like vapor to the back of his data banks.

"Deadlock?" It's his voice, reaching out with more hope than it had before, and real this time, clearer and more himself, if still rather shaky. "W-where am I? What the _f--- ^happened??"