The crew eats a pot luck meal.

D'ARGO: I would change my opinion, if someone offers a better one. Until then, I am leaving Moya, the next planet with shipping traffic.

Aeryn chuckles.

D'ARGO: Pass me those and don't help yourself.

JOHN: We're stronger as the sum of our parts, kids.

ZHAAN: We are under no obligation to function as a unit, John.

JOHN: Zhaan, I understand that. We all have...separate goals. But - [takes bite of food] - oh, salmonella, what the hell is that?

RYGEL: That's Krulldar. A delicacy. Even for pagans.

JOHN: Yeah, how long was it under your butt getting delicate?

AERYN: Wait a minute. Whatever the rest of you decide, I will not abandon Moya.

JOHN: Good.

D'ARGO: Suit yourself. You've got nowhere to go, anyway.

ZHAAN: I must confess my consternation at agreeing with D'argo. But if Moya is no longer able to Starburst, then we are all at risk. Mm?

CHIANA: Can I say something?

EVERYONE ELSE: No!

JOHN: Look, Moya has been very good to us, and now you want to abandon her?

D'ARGO: I want to see my son, and that is not likely to happen aboard a pregnant biomechanoid ship.

ZHAAN: Rygel, what do you think?

RYGEL: Well...Moya has been, for as long as I can remember, our protector, our home, our companion, and our friend.

JOHN: Amen.

RYGEL: However, as relationships grow, they also change. Do you think we could trade her for a faster vessel?

Aeryn lunges at him and grabs him by the front of his robe.

AERYN: Moya is not a possession, your lowness!

She lets go and he hisses.

D'ARGO: If you ignore the messenger, which is effortless, the message is sound. Perhaps we have outgrown our usefulness... Look. Who make this shallack?

JOHN: Recipe called for chicken, all I had was space rodent.

Zhaan and Chiana groan and spit.

JOHN: Moya is protecting her baby, D'argo. Do you blame her (for that)?

D'ARGO: That is selfishness masquerading as reason.

RYGEL: He's right, you know. We all want to leave the Uncharted Territories and return home, but you...

ZHAAN: Yes, you would be more content to stay.

JOHN: I wanna get home as badly as anybody else, and this is where the wormholes are.

AERYN: Fine. So stay. But be honest about your motives, Crichton.

JOHN: Oh, I'm sorry, you're on their side, now?

AERYN: No-

CHIANA cuts in: I know I just got here, but can I please say something?

EVERYONE ELSE: No!

PILOT on the clamshell: Excuse the intrusion, but Moya and I would like a word about your...deliberations.

CHIANA: That's what I've been tryin' to tell you guys. The DRD's have ears. No wonder you guys been flying around in circles.

PILOT: Moya is aware of your concerns over her condition. And regrets not being more responsive to your needs.

ZHAAN: Please don't misunderstand, Pilot, we - we simply-

PILOT cuts in: Do not wish to be captured, because of her pregnancy.

ZHAAN: Yes.

AERYN: We're just having a discussion, Pilot.

PILOT: That includes thoughts of abandoning us.

RYGEL: You want us to stay?

PILOT: Of course! We are most fulfilled when serving others. Your presence is gratifying and comforting.

JOHN: Let us talk a little while longer, Pilot, your points are well taken.

PILOT: You may talk all you want. But please prepare for immediate Starburst.

ZHAAN: I - I thought Moya couldn't Starburst for another fifty arns?

PILOT: Her energy is low. However, she shares your concerns about being re-captured. And wishes to prove to you all, that she is capable.

ZHAAN: Uh, no, that - that won't be necessary, Pilot.

PILOT: Starburst in five microts.

The crew hangs on, as the ship travels through Starburst.

D'ARGO: [Eating] Now, this...really is...incredible.

RYGEL: My favorite on the table.

ZHAAN: What?

AERYN: Smoked Prongus Sinew, it's quite easy to make, really.

Suddenly, the ship seems to ram into something. Everyone is jolted from their seats.

JOHN: Woah!

Continued, Scene I

John gets up and checks on Aeryn, who is nearby. The ship is shaking and shuddering. There's a loud noise filling the ship.

JOHN: You alright?

AERYN: We must have hit something!

JOHN: In Starburst?!

Zhaan moans.

D'ARGO: What's that noise?

CHIANA: Zhaan, Zhaan! Are you okay?

ZHAAN: It's my arm. The fibers are torn.

AERYN to clamshell: Pilot, what's happening?

JOHN: Pilot? Pilot.

D'ARGO: Pilot!

ZHAAN: I'm alright, Chiana. I'll heal. Where's Rygel?

CHIANA: Rygel?

ZHAAN: Where is he?

CHIANA: Rygel!

The crew's attention is caught by a loud sound, like a growling, and an intense bright white light.

JOHN: What the hell is that? D'argo heads out first, the rest following closely behind. Suddenly, D'argo disappears in a red light.

AERYN: D'argo!

JOHN: D'argo?!

ZHAAN: He can't just disappear like that!

AERYN to John: Pilot or Command?

JOHN: [nods] Command.

AERYN to Chiana: You, fix her arm and then straight to command.

JOHN: Go.

Aeryn starts to head for Pilot's, but is enveloped in a blue light, and vanishes.

JOHN: Aeryn?!

ZHAAN: John, what's happening?!

CHIANA: I don't wanna die!

John jogs onto command. The forward screen is filled with white light.

JOHN: Pilot, are you there?

PILOT on clamshell: Crichton! Where are the others?!

JOHN: You tell me. What happened?

PILOT: I'm unsure. Still running analysis.

JOHN: Is that a star?

PILOT: Unknown. Attempting to close radiation filters......now.

JOHN: D'argo, Aeryn and Rygel have disappeared. What happened? Did we hit something?

PILOT: Still unknown. Quantify "disappeared".

JOHN: Here one second, gone the next. Disa-Elvis-has-left-the-building-appeared. These readings are all over the map!

PILOT: Whatever's happened, most systems are out. Propulsion, guidance, comms. Even my DRD's aren't responding.

JOHN: This is nuts. Nothing seems to be working. How's Moya?

PILOT: Frightened. And in great pain.

JOHN: What is that out there?

PILOT: I would labor to discover that, once the DRD's re-establish internal tracking. I show Rygel on Tier Eight, and Officer Sun in Maintenance Bay Three. Still searching for D'argo.

JOHN: Keep lookin'!

John runs from Command.

Maintenance bay. Zhaan grabs Chiana by the arm.

ZHAAN: I said no, Chiana!

CHIANA: You can't stop me! I know how to fly a transport pod, and I'm gettin' out off the ship!

JOHN: Not without everyone else you're not. [to Zhaan] How's the arm?

ZHAAN: Oh, useless until the fibers regenerate.

JOHN: Pilot's found Aeryn and Rygel.

ZHAAN: Does he know what's happening?

JOHN: Not yet, and he's still a little freaked out, so he could probably use some company.

ZHAAN: Okay, I'll go straight to the den.

Chiana nods and heads off, in the opposite direction as Zhaan. John grabs her.

JOHN: You know, the comms don't work. [to Chiana] Rygel's on Tier Eight, you'll have to find him on foot.

CHIANA: Me? Get frelled!

JOHN: Listen, sunshine, you wanna be part of this crew?

CHIANA: On your good days.

JOHN: This is one of the good days. I thought you were Junior Miss Tough Chick of the Universe.

CHIANA: Yeah. When I can kiss or kick or cry my way out of it. This is way, way, way, way different!

JOHN: You bet your ass it is. And Pilot can't get the outer doors open, so you can fly that...pod around on it's pad. [pause] Chiana. It's gonna be okay. Pilot's on the job.

CHIANA: Tier Eight.

JOHN: Rygel.

Chiana nods and heads off.

John enters the maintenance bay.

JOHN: Aeryn. Aeryn? Where are you? [softly] Aw, come on, Aeryn. Give me some kind of sign.

John hunches over a command console, when he hears a sound, like something scritching lightly on metal. He turns, and the table behind him begins vibrating. Soon, it's shaking hard. All the tools hop around on top of the table, from the force. John backs up, and turns, to exit the room. He's enveloped in light and disappears. JOHN: Pilot! Aeryn? Are you here? What the hell is this light?

He groans in pain. He covers his eyes and exits the room.

Later, he stumbles into a storage room.

JOHN: D'argo? Pilot.

He stumbles against a storage container and collapses to his hands and knees to the floor. He vomits.

Later. He staggers into Pilot's Den. He's used some fabric to tie around his head, to shield his eyes. He peeks, and plods over to Pilot's console. He raises the fabric again, and looks. The console is unattended.

JOHN: [softly] Pilot.

He pulls himself up onto the console, to get a better look behind it.

JOHN: [strained] Pilot? [pause] Pilot.

He pulls the fabric down onto his eyes.

Later. D'argo staggers into the Center Chamber. He groans and hisses at his pain.

D'ARGO: Is anybody here? Oh, come on. Is anybody here?

He walks into the room and slowly sinks to the floor. John falls against the doorway. His eyes are covered and he doesn't see D'argo. He starts back on his way.

D'ARGO: [weakly] Crichton. Crichton. I - I can't........... Crichton.

John lurches onto Command, nearly knocking himself out on a command console. He lunges for the table, further in the room. He hears the scritching sound again, and peeks above him. He doesn't see anything but a support. He removes the fabric he was using for his eyes. He crawls on top of the table.

JOHN: [whispers] What's that noise? What's that.......it's the same noise.....from the maintenance bay.

He stands up and looks at the support. He grabs onto it and does a pull-up. Suddenly, he lands on his back in Command, in blue light. There is an incredible amount of noise. [During scene, dialogue is mouthed and signed more so than spoken.] He sits on his knees, covering his ears, for several moments. He finally gets up and runs out of Command. He arrives in Pilot's Den. There's no one there, either. He runs from the Den. He arrives in maintenance bay.

JOHN: Aeryn! Aaaaaaaerrryyyn!! Oh, where's Aeryn?!

He's about to leave, when he sees something out of the corner of his eye. He heads back and sees her, working on her Prowler. He taps her on the shoulder.

JOHN: Hey!

She whips around, weapon drawn.

JOHN: Woah, woah, you nearly gave me a heart attack. You okay?

Aeryn looks at him questioningly.

John leans in to her ear, yelling directly into it.

JOHN: Can you hear me?!

Aeryn points to her ear and makes a sign, indicating that she can't hear anything.

AERYN: Nothing.

JOHN: You [points] you're alright [rolls hands in front of him], you're okay?

Aeryn points at her ears, and then claws both hands near each ear, indicating that the noise is very loud.

JOHN: [thumbs up] Yeah, I got that.

AERYN: [Have you seen]... D'argo?

JOHN: What?!

Aeryn stiffens her arms, indicating a large sized person. She withdraws an imaginary weapon up from behind her back, and holds her arms out straight, still holding the imaginary weapon. John mimics her slightly. She then makes a sign of someone who has something from their chin and around their head.

JOHN: D'argo!

She points in a gesture that indicates that he got it right. She points at her eyes, and then at John.

JOHN: [shakes head] No, I haven't. You seen ...

John places his hands about a foot apart and "floats" them across. Then, he stretches his lips down in a grimace.

JOHN: Rygel!

Aeryn grins at his attempt.

JOHN: Rygel, little guy! You see him?

Aeryn points at her eyes and makes another sweeping gesture with her hands, indicating she hadn't.

John curls his finger in the "come here" gesture.

JOHN: Come with me.

Aeryn follows him out of the bay. They arrive on command. John tries to explain.

JOHN: There are doors [points at Moya's door] between [pulls hands apart] the Moya's [makes a sweeping gesture, hands going up, then sweeping down to each side of him]. This way ["come here" gesture with arm]. Come on. [gestures her up onto the table] Watch me. Watch. [points at his eyes, at the support on the ceiling, and his eyes]

John leaps out to the support and pulls himself up, but nothing happens. Aeryn hops back down off the table, and taps him on the back. He lands on the floor.

JOHN: What?

Aeryn gives him a sarcastic thumbs up. He looks away a moment, so she taps him again. When he looks, she points to her eyes.

JOHN: Yeah.

She gestures D'argo.

JOHN: Look for D'argo.

She gestures Rygel.

JOHN: Yeah, Rygel.

She makes a sweeping "let's go" gesture.

JOHN: Yeah.

He looks one more time at the ceiling, then follows her out. They trudge the corridors, looking for any sign of the missing crew. The come to a junction. She points to the right corridor, and goes to that one. He goes left.

A loud growl is heard and yellow-light-filled claw marks, mark the air behind John. John turns, but misses it. He heads back the way he'd come. He turns in the junction, just in time to see another set of claw marks go through the air. He stands and stares. Aeryn backs out of her corridor, bumping into John. They both jump.

She makes a gestures whether he saw anything in his corridor.

He gestures back, "did you see any flashing lights".

She rubs her aching head and shakes her head "no".

John waves his hands as if to say "never mind, it was probably nothing".

They continue their search. After they've left the corridor, another set of claw marks tracks across.

They check the cell levels. Aeryn stands in the corridor, looking around.

John approaches and makes a "nothing" gesture. He gestures for her to follow him, and they continue. They arrive at another set of cells. They each point at a cell, and take one. He takes Rygel's. He sees his tape recorder on Rygel's table. He reaches for it, and suddenly his hand is pulled in. He tries to pull his arm out, but it pulls him in even further.

JOHN: Aeryn!!

He's gone. Aeryn turns to see where he went, and he's vanished. She pulls her pistol and looks around, but he's nowhere to be seen.

JOHN: Aaaaeeerrryynn!

John suddenly appears in Rygel's quarters. Rygel wakes with a start. The light here is yellow.

RYGEL: Weeeell, look at you! [laughs]

JOHN: Rygel!

Rygel laughs heartily. He starts to calm down, only to dissolve in peals of laughter, once again.

JOHN: Yellow light. It doesn't hurt. I can hear. Th-th-this is good.

Rygel continues to laugh.

JOHN: What's so damn funny?

RYGEL: You! You! You're making less sense than usual! But, mm, in a cute way. [laughs]

JOHN: Cute? I don't know what you been smokin' Buckwheat, but we've got a serious problem, here.

RYGEL: Nothing a good meal won't solve, I'm sure. [laughs]

JOHN: What is up with you?

RYGEL: Up? Everything's up! Everything's up, up, up! [laughs]

JOHN: Rygel, listen to me! Moya has a serious problem. Whatever she hit, caused some kind of...[chuckles]... kind of fracture. I don't know. I mean, we're all here, but we're not in the same time or place...in space. [snickers] Look. [shakes his head, to clear his mind] You seen D'argo?

RYGEL: D'argo? I don't know. Nobody's here. Not even Pilot. I was quite frantic at first. Then I realized, I quite like being on my own! [laughs]

JOHN: Yeah, that's the way I usually prefer you, too. But, right now, we stick together.

John grabs him by the front of the robe.

They travel down the corridor. John holds onto the back of Rygel's throne sled. Rygel's in the middle of a joke.

RYGEL: .....And then the Trollian Priest turns to the Kalanese Cleric and says "Doesn't bother me, you should have seen her mother!" [laughs]

John snorts, and starts laughing.

JOHN: No-no-no-no-no, his mother?!

They both laugh heartily. John re-gains control of himself.

JOHN: Oh! What am I doing?

RYGEL: Entering into the spirit of things, I'd say. [laughs]

JOHN: No, No, Rygel, Rygel, look around at this place. Do you remember what happened?

RYGEL: Yes. Nobody liked my Chollian Curd Salad. [laughs]

John starts laughing.

JOHN: No! No-no-no-no-no-no-no. Afterwards! There was a collision.

RYGEL: Yes. There was a collision. Yes. But we survived. So why worry?

JOHN: Th-th-there-there's something happening to Moya. And to us. You don't make jokes.

RYGEL: No. No, I don't tell jokes.

Both laugh.

JOHN: And I don't laugh at them, it's this-this-this place, it's doing something to us!

RYGEL: Yes. Yes, it is doing something to us. But, we'll both feel better, once we've eaten! [laughs]

JOHN: Where there's a way in, there's a way out.

Suddenly, there's a roar and the two see the yellowish scratches heading right for them. The scratches split out in two different directions. The center seems to open up slightly. It vanishes after a few moments.

JOHN: Hey, Guido. You see that?

RYGEL: Yes. I did.

John heads down the corridor, Rygel following behind.

RYGEL: It was a hallucination, Crichton. Just a hallucination.

JOHN: You didn't....it was real, Rygel, it was real! I mean, we both saw it!

RYGEL: Mm. But it didn't come back, and it didn't hurt us. Didn't take food. [chuckles]

JOHN: Gotta find a way out of here, and it's - it's hard to find, you gotta listen for a weird, strange noise. Something out of the ordinary.

RYGEL: Hmm. Weird noise. Does my stomach count? [laughs]

John stifles a laugh.

JOHN: No, no. That's not funny. That is not funny, Rygel. Look, I gotta get out of here, before I end up like you!

RYGEL: What? Handsome with a great sexual prowess? [laughs]

John laughs. He grabs Rygel's lips and presses them together.

JOHN: Shut up! Just shut up! Just - shh! Shh! No! [stifles a laugh] I gotta get out of here. You either help me.....help me..... [laughs] Leave me alone!

John walks away, laughing.

RYGEL: I'll be in the galley, with the food. And the monster! [wicked laugh]

John walks down the corridor, relatively calm. He begins laughing again.

JOHN: That was funny...

He hears the sound again, and stops. He turns and heads towards the wall. He finds a hatchway.

JOHN: There's my noise.

He opens the hatch and enters. He looks down a long hatchway.

JOHN: Okay, Alice. Once more into the looking glass.

He laughs, shakes his head to clear his mind. He launches himself into the hatchway, laughing as he slides down it.

Zhaan and Chiana enter command.

ZHAAN: We can't find them, Pilot. False information, yet again.

PILOT on clamshell: The DRD's still show Officer Sun on Tier Two, Rygel outside the Center Chamber, D'argo in...

CHIANA: Competent! You got it wrong, four arms! They're nowhere.

PILOT: Your inability to locate them, does not negate the fact that they are there.

CHIANA: Oh.

ZHAAN: Then why can't we see them?

PILOT: Because-

JOHN cuts in: Because you don't have X-ray vision, do you?

ZHAAN: John, where have you been?

JOHN: Right here. Pilot. What do you know about parallel realities? Temporal shifts. Two objects occupying the same space, at the same time.

PILOT: More information...please.

JOHN: There are at least three other Moya's. Right here. Right now.

PILOT: Do you know the mathematical hypothesis, dimensional schism? Light and sound, disjointed into base elements?

JOHN: Red. Blue, yellow.

ZHAAN: Hypothesis' don't just materialize, Pilot. Tell us what's happened to us.

PILOT: Starburst is technically the seam between space-time dimensions. Moya's power cells allow us access. And we simply ride out the energy stream, until we're pushed out. At random.

CHIANA: Pushed out at random?!

ZHAAN: Not now, Chiana.

CHIANA: What do you mean, not now?! We-we-we go into this Starlurch thing, and we don't even know where we're goin'?!

PILOT: At the next appropriate moment, you're welcome to leave.

CHIANA: [sarcastically] Oh.

ZHAAN: Tell us what happened, Pilot.

PILOT: In...her haste to accommodate, so you wouldn't abandon us, Moya entered Starburst, without adequate thrust. At the moment, we appear to be.....stuck.

JOHN: Wild guess, here. We're still in Starburst?

PILOT: Regrettably....our insertion vector was wrong...and subsequent fluctuations uh.....

JOHN: Screw the science lesson, Pilot! You should have told us that we're still in Starburst! Now, we are stuck into what?

PILOT: Whatever's on the other side.

From space, Moya can clearly be seen split off into yellow, red and blue. Zhaan and Chiana follow Crichton.

CHIANA: You saw...a creature? What kind of creature? What, the kind we eat? Or the kind that - that eats us?

ZHAAN: Is it possible that you saw a fragment from another dimension, John?

JOHN: If what Pilot says is accurate, yeah.

ZHAAN: I've always wondered what could be beyond height, and width, depth and time.

JOHN: Nausea.

ZHAAN: Spirituality?

JOHN: That's a good wish.

CHIANA: Pilot says we don't have enough power to pull free. What are we gonna do?

JOHN: First thing; protect ourselves in case that creature is the eat us kind. You two find some weapons, I'm gonna work with Pilot.

ZHAAN: What do you have in mind?

JOHN: Get the others, bring 'em back.

Pilot shows John how to initiate reverse Starburst.

PILOT: Follow this sequence, exactly. When the ion backwash reaches maximum, funnel it all to reverse propulsion.

JOHN: I'll try.

PILOT: Any deviation will result in failure.

JOHN: I'll still try. Look, Pilot. Why is Moya being schussed off by this deal? But not you. Me. The others.

PILOT: [sighs] Relative densities. The heavier the substance, the more pronounced the fissure. Even now, connected to Moya as I am, the effects are becoming noticeable. And, we are being drawn further in, by the moment.

JOHN: And when we get pulled apart?

PILOT: Molecular diasper.

JOHN: You know, Pilot. Moya did not have to go into Starburst, until she was ready.

PILOT: Now is hardly the time for recriminations, Commander.

JOHN: Wasn't recrimination. We should have been more up front about our feelings. How's she doin'?

PILOT: Same as us. Scared.

JOHN: Well, we'll do what we can.

PILOT: She knows.

John pats Pilot on the shoulder.

Zhaan and Chiana travel the corridor. John joins them.

JOHN: You'll be happy to know, we have a plan.

CHIANA: I'll be happier to know if it works.

JOHN: First thing, we find the others.

CHIANA: We? We're going with you?

ZHAAN: D'argo and the others may be injured, Chiana.

CHIANA: Do I get a say in this?

JOHN: Nope.

ZHAAN: No.

Several more steps and they're stopped by the claw marks.

JOHN: Look out!

They all drop to the floor. The claw marks travel down the corridor and back, right for John. They stop right in front of him.

The three enter maintenance bay.

ZHAAN: We stay together. The whole way, Chiana. No roaming.

CHIANA: Yes, mother.

JOHN: No, mom, plan has changed. You stay here with Pilot. If that creature comes back just.....shoot it.

ZHAAN: Even if I was still a full Pa U, I wouldn't hesitate.

JOHN to Chiana: Right here. You ready, Pip?

CHIANA: Uh...Pip means....

JOHN: My favorite travelling companion.

CHIANA: Before I got here, did-did-did they believe anything you said?

John just grins, and pushes her. They both vanish and re-appear in the red lighted Moya. John groans in pain.

CHIANA: I thought you said this red light hurt your head?

JOHN: It does!

CHIANA: Well, not to me.

JOHN: I'm so glad. Come on, let's get.

D'argo enters. He's wearing a protective mask, similar to something you might wear when welding.

JOHN: D'argo! You're alive!

D'ARGO: Barely! This light affects thinking and motor functions.

CHIANA: Not to me. [laughs]

D'ARGO to John: I saw you earlier on. What the hezmana happened to you?

JOHN: That - that's way too much to go into, right now. Suffice it to say, that Moya had a little problem during Starburst. She's uh, wedged herself into another dimension and split off into at least four distinct parts.

D'ARGO: Have you ever heard of anything like this happening, before?

JOHN: D'argo, I haven't heard of anything like anything, before. My planet doesn't even go to the moon, anymore.

CHIANA: I've heard of it. My - my people's weapon scientists once - once poked a hole through another dimension. Once it widened, they lost control.

D'ARGO: Yeah, and what happened?

CHIANA: No one's sure. The whole solar system...four populated planets, dissolved into tiny chunks. That's why I wanna get out of here.

JOHN: We will. [to D'argo] Does that thing help?

D'ARGO: Barely. I only retch every once in awhile, now.

JOHN: Look, we gotta get the engines started, in each of Moya's four incarnations, in order to get outta here.

D'ARGO: Pilot isn't here to operate them.

JOHN: It's alright. He told me what to do.

The claw marks appear in their room.

JOHN: I was gonna tell ya about that.

CHIANA: Look!

The claw marks criss-crossed each other, and created an access for the creature. A bright hole appears in the center.

JOHN: It's tryin' to come through from the other side.

D'ARGO: Let's discourage it.

JOHN to Chiana: Do you know how to use that thing?

CHIANA: I'm scared grokless, not stupid.

D'ARGO: One, two - fire!

He begins firing.

JOHN: What happened to three?!

They all fire at the creature. It vanishes, taking half a table and the nose piece to Aeryn's Prowler, with it.

CHIANA: We did it.

D'ARGO: It did not feel like a victory.

JOHN: Not. At. All.

Later, Pilot's den. John shows D'argo the sequence.

JOHN: No-no-no-no, button then lever slide. Look, I can stay. You go get Aeryn and Rygel.

D'ARGO: You are in no condition.

JOHN: Well, you've been here longer.

D'ARGO: You can barely stand. [to Chiana] Now, you - you said that this light doesn't affect you.

CHIANA: Yeah. No. N-no. Yes, this light doesn't affect me. But, no, I won't stay alone. And no, I. Won't. Stay. Alone.

D'ARGO: Just take the girl, I'll be okay.

JOHN: Well, you know how to get out, in case something goes wrong.

D'ARGO: Yes, above the strategy table, now go.

JOHN: Alright, give us half an arn, then fire up everything in reverse.

D'ARGO: I remember from the first seven times that you told me.

John covers his mouth, as he feels a wave of nausea.

D'ARGO Ah-ah-ah-ah! Not here! Go! Go! I do not want that here!

John vomits anyway.

D'ARGO: Ooooooooo.

CHIANA: Doesn't affect me.

They exit.

John gets ready to boost Chiana up to the support beam.

CHIANA: Are you sure about this?

JOHN: Just go up!

CHIANA: Well, what if the creature is waiting?

JOHN: Then piss it off!

CHIANA: How?!

JOHN: Pretend it's me!

John boosts her up, and she vanishes. He quickly follows behind her.

When he arrives in the blue Moya, and finds Chiana writhing on the floor in pain. He picks her up and slings her over his shoulders. Running down the corridors, she screams in pain, until she finally passes out. He reaches Rygel's room and sets her up on her feet.

JOHN: Find Rygel! Find Rygel!

He lets her fall forward, and she disappears. He then runs to the maintenance bay. He looks, but doesn't see Aeryn there. Just as he's about to leave, the claw marks come through again. He notices that it leaves a group of three scratch marks into a nearby rib. He simply stares, trying to comprehend it. Suddenly, gunfire comes from behind him. He turns, to see Aeryn firing on the creature. It retreats. She walks past him and indicates for him to follow her. She hands him a headset, which he puts on. When he turns it on, the noise is almost completely filtered out.

JOHN: Hey, mu - much better.

AERYN: You alright?

JOHN: Aeryn, this is genius!

AERYN: Oh, I modified flight headsets to block out acoustic wave lengths, that's all.

JOHN: It's not bad for the girl who hates to do homework.

AERYN: Well, it's military tech. It's battle tested. Why did you not shoot at that thing?!

JOHN: I don't know.

AERYN: You don't - brilliant instinct Crichton! Have you seen my Prowler?

JOHN: Oh yeah. I was here for that show. You missed it. Look, Pilot thinks Moya's been wedged into another dimension.

AERYN: Well, that thing's tryin' to get into ours.

JOHN: Yeah.

AERYN: Have you found the others?

JOHN: Well, Moya's separated off into separate environments. D'argo's in one, Rygel's somewhere else, and we're here.

AERYN: Clearly you found a route to get through.

JOHN: Yeah, but it's not gonna matter if we get sucked in any further.

AERYN: Is there a plan?

JOHN: Yup.

AERYN: Well?

JOHN: Pilot needs more power. All the engines have to be on full reverse, at the same time.

AERYN: That should have been the first thing you told me, Crichton.

JOHN: Yeah, no, I know, but I was busy. Aeryn, wait-wait-wait. Lemme uh, lemme show you what to do.

AERYN: I know the sequence for full reverse, get on to the others.

JOHN: Pilot was pretty specific about what he wanted.

AERYN: I have some of Pilot's DNA, remember?

JOHN: Pilot was...very...specific.

AERYN: Rotate blue crystal, trim yellow disk, extinguish orange light, open copper rods. Black...

AERYN & JOHN: Pan depressed halfway...

AERYN: Dial thry connector, open. Hot progression. Purple, green, orange, gold. Lights. Green knob.

AERYN & JOHN: Maximum thrust.

Aeryn turns and begins to head for the den.

JOHN: It's gonna be harder to...doubt you in the future.

AERYN: Well, I apologize for my strengths.

JOHN: Gimme half an arn and then fire it up.

AERYN: Got it!

John turns to exit, when he sees several more scratches on Moya's hull.

Later. He enters yellow Moya. No one is in Rygel's room. He runs, calling for them.

JOHN: Chiana! Sparky! Sparky!

He turns to go down a corridor, but it's been cut off by a bright light. He takes another route, but that one's cut off, also.

JOHN: Crap!

He takes another route.

Pilot's Den. Chiana's walking across Pilot's console. Rygel sits in Pilot's spot.

RYGEL: Careful...careful...don't slip and fall and die! [laughs]

JOHN: I'm so glad to see you two are safe.

CHIANA: Oh, he said you'd have that look on your face. [laughs]

JOHN: Well, I was worried about you.

John gets behind the console.

CHIANA: Well, I - I found Rygel and I...managed to bring him here, and then we started talking, and.......do you know any good jokes?

JOHN: Not besides the one I'm living.

RYGEL: Oh! Alright, Mr. Serious. What are you doing?

JOHN: Putting Moya's propulsion system into full reverse.

RYGEL: Hm? Oh! Reverse?! Huh!! No Dominar from the House of Rygel ever travels in reverse!

JOHN: Well, turn around, pretend you're going forward.

Chiana and Rygel laugh.

JOHN to Chiana: Look, you stay here with Napoleon, and if for any reason the engines shut down...restore the green knob.

CHIANA: Ignore the green slob. [giggles]

JOHN: Restore. The green. Knob. You do that, [crosses fingers] I'll let you take a transport down to the next planet, okay?

RYGEL: Crichton, that's outrageous!

CHIANA: Green. Knob. Green knob. [giggles]

JOHN: Good girl. Hang tough, Sparky. Enjoy the personality.

John exits.

Chiana waves and blows kisses while Rygel sings.

RYGEL: Oh there is no expanse of the mind the will cannot traverse, or physically the distance laid across the universe. There's blessing many in the stars save one lamented curse, that sixteenth Rygel, glory me, must travel in reverse!

Rygel and Chiana laugh hysterically.

RYGEL: Oh! There's a little dance that goes with that, but, I can't do them both at the same time.

They laugh some more.

John slides into the regular Moya, laughing. He quickly sobers, from the pain to his rear end from sliding, and then to the weapon being pointed at him, from Zhaan.

JOHN: Woah, woah, woah, woah. I wish you people would stop pointin' guns at me!

ZHAAN: When you didn't show, I was beginning to think I was in the wrong place.

The two enter a corridor.

ZHAAN: Pilot reports full reverse power. You did it, John.

JOHN: What about the creature?

ZHAAN: Well, I keep shooting at it, but it keeps coming back.

JOHN: Well, we gotta hold it off until Pilot can get us outta here. Your vestments.

ZHAAN: I suddenly realized I'd forsaken the Priesthood in practice, but not in my soul.

JOHN: Why'd you put 'em on, now?

They turn a corner to find that corridor blocked off by the light.

ZHAAN: I - I feel we may die here, soon.

They head down a different corridor, and enter Command.

ZHAAN: Whole sections of the ship are being swallowed up. Pilot, it's getting worse!

PILOT on clamshell: Crichton!

John looks and sees more marks in the hull.

JOHN: Pilot, report.

PILOT: Not good. Despite Moya's best efforts, we're still being drawn in. There is one...very long shot.

ZHAAN: Anything, Pilot.

PILOT: Moya could...willingly...lose the baby.

JOHN: No!

ZHAAN: No way!

PILOT: It will definitely increase her power quotient. Though, I am not sure if it is enough, to get us free.

JOHN: Pilot, no. We cannot ask Moya to make that sacrifice.

PILOT: We should not have attempted Starburst when we did. Our insecurities have brought us to this place. Besides...the baby cannot survive if we don't.

JOHN: Pilot. Listen to me. Whatever happens...we go together. We keep the baby.

The creature appears again.

ZHAAN: John!!

PILOT: Shoot it!! Moya is very scared! Please, shoot it!

JOHN to Zhaan: Don't fire.

ZHAAN: Something's coming through. John, the hole's widening!

John looks at the marks, again.

JOHN: Prime numbers. These scratches are grouped...in prime numbers. Three. Five. Seven, eleven. Prime!

ZHAAN: It's trying to communicate.

JOHN: You bet your blue ass. This isn't an attack, Zhaan. It's an invitation.

John slowly walks towards the bright light.

PILOT: I urge you to shoot it!!

JOHN: It's trying to communicate. I know it. It's not attacking.

He hands his gun to Zhaan.

ZHAAN: John! No! What if the hole closes up?

JOHN: Then I'll be dead a few minutes before you. [pause] That's all.

John steps in and is enveloped in light. He's slightly disoriented, but alive. He can see a creature but no definite features. It resembles a cross between a large brain and a Man 'O War jellyfish.

JOHN: Who - who are you?

CREATURE: Unimportant. Your container has breeched our existence.

JOHN: Is that where I am? In your dimension?

CREATURE: There can be no overlap. This is the expanse between. Your mental organ is unable to interpret....the chasm to your existence.

JOHN: [chuckles] You got that right, pal.

CREATURE: My function...is to repair breeches.

JOHN: Does this...happen a lot?

CREATURE: Never before, with...living material.

JOHN: Bad news pal. We are living. Can you help us get out?

CREATURE: I must destroy all material. The breech is fatal.

JOHN: Whoa-whoa-whoa, ha-hang on. Give us a chance. We-we're tryin' to back out!

CREATURE: That path....will tear the rupture beyond restoration.

JOHN: So, what are you sayin'? There's no way?

CREATURE: Forward.

JOHN: Forward? But....I - I thought you said we can't exist in your existence?

CREATURE: I will attempt to conduct you back to the space you began.

JOHN: Starburst.

CREATURE: I can guide. You must provide your own thrust. Forward.

JOHN: Wa-wa-wait wha-what if we don't have enough power?

CREATURE: Forward.

JOHN: Wait!!

Continued Scene IV.

John falls back out of the white light.

JOHN: Did you hear it? Did you hear it?!

ZHAAN: Hear what?! You barely got your head inside the hole and out again before it closed!

JOHN: The creature! I talked to it!

PILOT on clamshell: Commander! There wasn't time!

JOHN: There was for me. You gotta tell Moya, to stop resisting. She has to go forward. Starburst forward.

PILOT: I will not!!

JOHN: We don't have a choice! Look, you tell me what to do and I'll relay it to the others! Pilot, trust me.

PILOT: [huffs] Reverse the final four controls.

JOHN: Right. Give me five hundred microts, then go!

John begins to exit, but Zhaan stops him.

ZHAAN: John! John, what if you're wrong.

JOHN: Well, you were gonna pray, anyway.

PILOT: Five hundred. Four hundred ninety nine.

JOHN & PILOT: Four hundred and ninety eight.

John arrives in the red Moya.

JOHN: Four seventy two. Four seventy one. Four seventy.

He transverses the corridors, silently counting in his mind.

Pilot's Den.

D'ARGO: The engines are in full reverse. Did it work?

John vomits.

D'ARGO: Oh!! Oh.

JOHN: Shut it down. Wrong direction. We have to go forward.

D'ARGO: No, no, that is suicide.

JOHN: Huh uh. No, no, no. It's the same control sequence, just reverse...the last four...commands.

D'ARGO: Well, can you explain to me how you arrived at this decision?

JOHN: Oh, no, no, no time. Just wait three hundred microts, then...forward.

D'ARGO: I have no time keeping device!

JOHN: One mississipi, one, one mississipi two, one mississipi three, three hundred, forward!

D'ARGO: One mippippi. Two mippippi. Three mippippi. Four...mippippi.....

John runs into command and takes the route to the blue Moya. He's stopped time and again by blocked routes. He finally remembers the headset and puts it on.

JOHN: Aeryn. Aeryn, you there?

AERYN: Ah! Where've you been?

JOHN: On the run. Where are you?

AERYN: I'm trying to get out of here. I didn't know if you were coming back.

JOHN: I'd never leave you.

AERYN: Something the matter?

JOHN: Yeah. We got it wrong. We have to forward.

AERYN: Just tell me what I have to do.

JOHN: A hundred fifty microts from now, full maximum thrust. You know how to do that?

AERYN: Yes, of course I do.

JOHN: Good. Hey, look, thi - this dimension thing's choppin' up the whole ship. You know a way I can get the quarters?

AERYN: Well...[walks to a corridor]....the lower levels are gone. You might want to try Tier Seven, through the ion backwash chamber. I'm gonna head back to Pilot's.

JOHN: A hundred and fifty microts.

AERYN: A hundred and thirty, now. Good luck.

JOHN: Back at ya, baby.

He runs and runs. Cut off at every turn. He finally finds a way to the yellow Moya.

Once again, he's cut off at every corridor.

JOHN: Fifty two! Fifty one! Fifty.

He desperately tries to find a way to Pilot's den. He finally makes it.

RYGEL: Oh, there you are! [laughs] The other runners came through here arns ago!

John comes behind the console.

JOHN: Still auditioning for Star Search, I see.

RYGEL: No. I have a new philosophy, Crichton. What used to be important isn't, and what should be important, never will be.

JOHN: Great. That way when this whole thing screws up, and we die, you're not gonna be whinging in my ear, right?

Rygel laughs.

JOHN: Twelve. Eleven.

CHIANA to John: Hey! Why don't you relax? Join in the fun.

JOHN: Gimme seven seconds baby, we'll come and go together. Four. Three. Two. One.

John presses a control. The ship shudders.

JOHN: Hell, we're screwed.

Chiana laughs. Rygel tucks in under John's arm.

RYGEL: Should I disrobe so it's memorable?

CHIANA: Ooo, yes!

Moya slowly merges into one. John, Chiana and Rygel are jolted. John looks up and sees Aeryn appear, D'argo, and Zhaan. Pilot appears after several seconds. The crew looks around and sees that they have each appeared. They begin laughing. Aeryn gives D'argo a friendly punch.

RYGEL: Oh! I'm alive! [laughs]

The crew continues to laugh hysterically. Pilot groans and looks around in confusion.

PILOT: I fail...to see the source...of your amusement.

This seems to cause new peals of laughter from the group. They touch, push and generally acknowledge each other's existences.

They laugh heartily over another potluck meal.

JOHN: No, no, no, you did not say that!

D'ARGO: I did. [chuckles] I was very shameless in my youth.

JOHN: And that worked?

D'ARGO: Of course not! The girl screamed and I was almost arrested! [laughs]

CHIANA: And when they didn't give it back...we beat the griz out of them.

Zhaan laughs.

CHIANA: Should I be telling you this?

ZHAAN: My dear, I've kicked more ass that you've sat on.

They giggle.

RYGEL: Oh yes. I spent all evening listening to them gripe and whine about me. But of course, they didn't realize I was their Dominar.

AERYN: I admire your openness to criticism, Rygel. When did you tell them who you are?

RYGEL: At their trial, of course.

Everyone laughs. John tosses some food across the table.

D'ARGO: Everyone, is it just me, or is this the best food, that we have ever had?

ZHAAN: Mm. Nothing like the taste of death to clear the pallet, huh?

AERYN: Mm. I suppose there isn't a thing here that I couldn't live on for a cycle.

CHIANA: Except - except maybe this.

Several crew members make agreement noises.

D'ARGO: Now, I was assuming, that because of the lack of taste in that, that it was a garnish.

Everyone laughs.

JOHN: Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo. Those are Grandmother Crichton's famous buttermilk biscuits.

D'ARGO: Ah.

RYGEL: What's in them?

JOHN: Self-rising flour...uh, salt...shortening, buttermilk...touch of honey.

ZHAAN: But we have none of those ingredients, John.

JOHN: Yeah. Maybe that's the problem.

They laugh and toss his biscuits at him.

PILOT: I'm sorry to interrupt your meal. But....how can you all be so jovial after our near miss?

AERYN: We were affected profoundly by it, Pilot. How are you two handling it?

PILOT: Well enough to alleviate your concerns about our Starburst problems. There's....been a change in the status of Moya's baby.

The crew becomes silent and worried.

D'ARGO: Is she in any danger?

PILOT: Doing fine. Actually, more than fine.

JOHN: We're gonna have a baby?

PILOT: Yes! There's no exact time table for Leviathan gestations, but Moya feels confident the day is coming.

RYGEL: Oh ho! Well, in that case, tell her, if she's so inclined, when it is born, she can name it after me!

CHIANA: That would only work if it was a runt!

RYGEL: Watch it, girlie!

JOHN: This is one of the good days, people! To a healthy, happy baby.

John raises his glass.

RYGEL: Hear, hear.

AERYN: Yes.

D'argo takes John's cup.

D'ARGO: Thanks.

Zhaan laughs and hands him another cup.

ZHAAN: Rygel!

She reaches across the table and grabs him.

RYGEL: No! No! No! No!

She kisses him. He spits and the crew laughs hysterically.

END OF EPISODE.