Exasperation echoes back at Ford through the connection. He can recognize the building fear beneath the pettiness, and thus does not grace it with a reply. He remains a restrained presence at the back of their shared mind, pointedly and immaculately polite in his distance.

The question causes a sudden jolt of alarm, concern, sharp interest.

I certainly hope not. I remember nothing out of the ordinary.

He is not actually able to remain aloof longer than a single beat of silence, before he presses:

What happened?