The steady thrum of the ship's giant engines hurling the vessel through space permeates the area like any other ship, sounding in Simon's ears like the approach of a huge storm, perpetually drawing nearer but never arriving. People accustomed to such travel omitted the sound from their conscious mind, just as Simon and his people would ignore the sounds of bugs chirping and carrying on at twilight in the deep forests. With the image of angry storm clouds roiling in his mind, the Selas finds himself wandering into the quiet medbay before he knew where his feet were taking him.