He can't sit still - every time he looks down at his hands he expects them to be withering away, every time he feels like he has to cough he is afraid he's dying of thirst. He can't go back to his room - won't go back, alone - and he needs to know that the rest of the crew are okay. That they're okay, and they're not wasting away, and that they aren't seeing ghosts --

Amos isn't in his room, which given the time of day, isn't surprising, but Alex can't help but think the worst. He pulls up his communicator, on voice, and pings Amos.

"Amos- Amos, where are you, Brother? Are you okay?"