I'm not medically inclined but sometimes I have these thoughts of science that fascinate me, sometimes even, I find them absolutely terrifying. Like these laws about atoms, the faster they are the harder an object, the faster the harder, the faster the harder, the faster the harder. Hehehehe! It makes me wonder though if the atoms of my body slowed down if I would turn into some mush on the floor or be decomporalized. I've been decomporalized before, I could put myself back together because this form isn't my true corporeal self but what scares me is something else outside me ... that couldn't. Like, what if I touched this wall and the atoms exploded, ripping holes through space that eventually would begin to just suck my dimension right into it! Frightening, startling ... and really I was just wondering why there are solar rings around the muzzle of this weapon. What if I shoot it and some astronomical atomic energy displacement freaks out on my dimension on such a tiny scale all I can see is the flash of light that hits the chair and then begins to delete every little atom holding it together like spilling acid ... what if it isn't on my dimension or just my dimension? Where would they be going if each tiny little particle disintegrating isn't exploding? Imagining it looks orange. I feel my head shaking. It's a scary color, not just orange, orange, the chair orange like a brown burning alive with pain and torment.

"Nothechairnothechairnothechair..."

"Yo Stark!" Crichton took the weapon out of my hands and guided me over to a portal screen inside the refreshment room of the trading post. "What do you make of that?"

I splayed my hand out at the command carrier I saw in the rudiments of the universe it occupied. "Ooooh, not good!"

"Right," John nodded as he turned me around and began to run. "Let's go!"

We ran, I saw first the two small stars of light that were supposed to have a barrier shield to keep people from running into the - oh it must be some kind of generator device ...

"Aaaaah!" I screamed as I fell into it, PeaceKeepers everywhere! Gunfire! Pshew! Pshew! I looked in my horror down at the two stars of light, they have grasped my arms. Bolts are running over my body. "Crichton! I'm dying! I'm dying!"

Oh I'm dying! What glories or hells! I see so much light! My body looks like it's being ripped open. I'm - I'm becoming a dimensional rip! Through time or space or spirit, what's happening to my body!? Shhhhhhhhhhrrrrreeeeeeeee! the rip cracks through me, almost dividing me in half!

Shhwwwwom! My eyes narrowing, yes! The forces I feel swirling around me in the vast dimension! It looks like ocean, sparks and waves, sheens of light or entities I've yet to fathom. "Zhaan! Come to me, come to me my darling! Yes!"

I see her face, she's smiling, so serene. I enfold into her arms, my eyes closing but no embrace greets me ... only her warmth. When I open my eyes again I am aboard Moya ... but this is some plane, some place between living and death, between dimensions I dare not imagine being gripped by the energies I have fallen into.

"Stark!" I heard Crichton shouting from so far away. I felt his kick. He kicked me! I went flying out of the thing that captured me, rolling on the floor to the foot of a PeaceKeeper. Not sure what to do I waved my fingers to him tentatively and rolled over, hoping he thought I was just a bystander.

"I'm just a bystander! I think I'll be on my way again."

"Get on your feet!" He ordered, grasping my shoulder and pulling me up. I stared straight into Crichton as he raised his pulse pistol at me and froze. He kicked me, now he's going to shoot me! He's mad! No wait, he's possessed by that clone of Scorpius. Maybe it's taken over again in the throws of Crichton's battle, clicked like a hezmana brazen bezerker. He fires with the utmost ferocity in his eyes! Kapow! My death again! I flinched, shutting my eyes tight as my fists clenched up to my chest. The PeaceKeeper who grabbed me fell. Crichton grabs me and urges me to follow him. More hands, more hands, more hands! Everyone's always grabbing me!

"I'm going! Can't you see me going? I'm going!"

"Hurry it up Astro! Get the frell out of there!" He waves at me with his pistol from farther ahead.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

At last, the pod! He's shooting like there is no tomorrow for us. I fly through the tumult of pulse fire, crouching, I think - all this shooting and blasts hitting the pod are making me need to pee. I jump into the pod and into the helm seat, prepared to get us out of here by any means necessary!

"Get in the other damn seat," Crichton scowls as he takes my place at the helm and we begin to move. I let out a heavy sigh, relieved that we are returning to Moya. Soon we shall starburst, no more PeaceKeepers.

Yes, fortunately, the end.