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"Ow…" Dib said groggily as he tried to focus on the blurry objects around him. The room seemed to spin slowly, and pain creeped into his head at the same rate. As things were coming into focus, he didn't like what he saw. From the looks of things, he was still on Mira's ship, and he was locked up somewhere on it without a way out. He ran frantically to a wall with a tiny circular window. All that stared back at him were twinkling, little stars.

"Figures…" he said to himself quietly. "Gaz, I hope you make it there ok… Take care of her, Zim-she means a lot to me." He sat down in the corner of the room and started thinking, plans forming in his mind. "If they get there before we do…and if they can get past the Tallests, in time…we'll have enough-no, that won't work," he said with a sigh. "There's no way that they could get me in time to escape without getting hurt. Unless…I could meet them in there…" he stroked his chin accordingly. "Mira wanted me to help her…that's my only ticket out of here and back to Earth," he mused. "So, in order to get her off the ship…and in order to distract her..." he finished with his logic in a dark tone. "I'll have to join her."

GIR buzzed about the tiny open space above the teenage lover's heads. "We're all gonna diiieeeeeee!" he squealed happily. "Everybody do the death dance!" he started jumping about again, dodging the pair of teens.

"What are-we supposed-to do?" I said as the tiny ship was bounced and tossed about.

"Just try to hang on while I steer us out of this!" Zim said shakily as he swatted at the steering lever, trying to veer it to the right, almost failing.

"Hang on-to what!" Gaz asked as she clutched onto Zim's waist, trying to steady herself.

"Anything!" Zim cried, steering them jaggedly throughout the field of asteroids.

The voot cruiser veered left, then right, then straight again, suddenly leveling itself out, making everything still and quiet.

"Did it…stop?" Gaz asked, looking up at Zim.

"I think so…" came Zim's answer.

"DON'T YOU DIE ON ME!" GIR screamed, wildly shaking a rubber moose around and pounding on the poor thing like there was no tomorrow. "I LOOOOOVE YOU!" he cried fake tears, holding the moose close to him. He squeezed it once and it squeaked. "You's alive!" he said gleefully and hugged it even tighter.

"And that's that," Zim said, looking back to Gaz. "You alright?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

"Good," he gave a small smile, then looked over to a radar that was on the main control panel. "It seems we're closer Irk than I thought…"

"Mira!" Dib yelled out if the little window, midway into the door. "Mira, baby, I'm sorry!" he called out to her again.

He heard the clomp of her boots come down the hall and stop at the door. She unlocked it and slid in, closing it again, making sure he didn't try to run past her. "Are you ready to cooperate?" she asked, almost in a seductive way.

"It was wrong of me to do that to you…I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me…I guess I was just scared," he lied.

"I forgive you, Dib. Will you help me?" she asked him, her eyes sparkling.

"Of course I will," he said, cupping a hand under her chin, "Anything for you."

"Oh, thank you, Dib. Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you. We can get there before Zim does, and we can stop him," she said gleefully with an evil smirk on her face, "together. We can stop him together. Isn't that what you've always wanted to do?"

"Of course, Mira."

"And we'll make sure he doesn't ever bother us again," she said, laughing manically.

"So what are the plans?"

"Well, we're going to get to Irk first and we'll wait for Zim there. Then, we'll have a few of my close friends rounded up, that way he won't have a chance. We'll destroy him, I'll avenge my brother, and victory will finally be mine. The infamous Zim will finally be dead," she cackled. "Zim will pay for what he did…he will pay dearly."

Dib tried to let out an evil laugh, but failed miserably, trying to cover it up with a cough. "Then how much longer until we get there?" he asked, filling up the silence that had now settled between them.

"We have about forty-five minutes," she reported to him.

"Perfect," he said, smirking. "Just perfect…"