"Hand me those supplies!" D'Argo shouted.
"What supplies?"Jothee shouted.

Aeryn's condition became increasingly worse.
"That box over there!"
D'Argo pointed at the supply-reck in the corner as he desperately held Aeryn down.
"What's happening to me, D'Argo?" Aeryn asked as she woke up in agony.
"We don't know yet. We are helping you as much as we can."
She fell in and out of consciousness over and over again, and her skin turned blue.
"These?"
Jothee grabbed packets out of the supply-rack into D'Argo's hands.
"Yes."D'Argo said as he caught it in the air. "That's exactly what I need! A bag of Nellon! You frelnik!"
He threw it back onto Jothee.
" Well, isn't that good?"
"No! Nellon is manure!"
"How was Í supposed to know?" Jothee said as he searched for what his father asked of him.
"Grab the box over there! Right in front of you!"
"And what the frell is manure doing in a infirmary?" Jothee said, as he grabbed the box and gave it to his father.
"I don't know!"
D'Argo grabbed the box out of Jothee's hands and opened it.
For a split second, before he looked into the box, he looked upon his son and realised that this was the first normal conversation they had since D'Argo found out about him and Chiana.
And they talked about manure.

"What's that?" Jothee said as he looked into the box.
The box was filled with a strange powdery substance.
"Chlorium." D'Arg said. "It's a sedative. It might ease her pain."
"Isn't chlorium..."
"Yes, I know. That's why I'm only going to use as little as possible."
He grabbed a bit of chorium between his fingers and poured it in her mouth.
As Aeryn's painful shocks decreased, D'Argo looked surprised.
"What is it?" Jothee said. "What!"
"I can't believe it actually worked..."

"Leave me, John." Zhaan said.
John was astonished and couldn't say anything.
He thought he and Zhaan had already gone through all of this.
Almost a year before Zhaan was tricked into sharing her mental ability to conquer her anger with another Delvian priestess, only to be betrayed when she stole that ability from Zhaan.
She had to learn everything all over again.
Live everything all over again.
But thanks to John she was back to normal.
But was she?
As John looked upon his tormented friend, he saw he was wrong.
"Leave, John!"
"No, Zhaan!" John said.
"I am you're friend. WE are you're friends. And we're going to help you."
"You can't." Zhaan said and she turned away as if she were hideous.
"Leave me!"
"No!"John said and jumped in front of her.
"Stark and I are going to save you! You know why? Because we care!"
"Yeah, Zhaan!" Chiana said and walked in. "We care about you!"
"More then life itself!" Stark said and Zhaan really appreciated his words.
All their kind words.
"We are going to save you from becoming the one thing you tried to kill."
"I tried to kill you!"
"No, Zhaan." John said. "It wasn't me. It was Scorpius, remember?"
"Evil." Stark muttered.
Zhaan turned away with strength but Chrichton grabbed her hands.
She was forced to listen. She was forced to speak.
"As I saw you, sitting in that cell," Zhaan began to say, "...you were but a echo of what you used to be. A shell. Inhabited by this monster.
I saw what he was doing to Moya and the evil he spread as a plague.
I refused to let him spread his evil any longer."
John understood what she told him.
"But that's not why I hate myself." she went on.
"As I crushed his throat with my bare hands...(Chrichton swallowed)...a part of me was glad that I was killing him. Killing you. That way, I would end you're suffering..."
Zhaan was finished.
Chrichton looked into her red eyes.
"I forgive you, Zhaan."
As she sighed, her shining red eyes turned back into blue.
"Beautiful blue." Stark said and Zhaan smiled.
"Now, can you help me?" John said.
"Can you help Aeryn?"
Zhaan stood up.
"I shall try."

As they entered the infirmary, Zhaan rushed towards the unconscious Aeryn.
"How is she?"
"She is sedated." D'Argo said. "And she's turned blue."
"Fascinating." Zhaan said.
"I'm no doctor." D'Argo answered with a smile.
"Nor am I." Zhaan said, as she took a closer look at Aeryn's mouth.
As Zhaan's medical tests took some time, Chiana and Jothee walked away.
"What's the matter?" Chiana asked.
"Nothin'" Jothee said.
"It's D'Argo isn't it?"
"No,"Jothee said, "No,..it isn't about him. It's about me."
"What do you mean?"
"I've been thinking..."
"Thinking about what?"
"About us!"
He sighed.
"D'Argo is my father, Chiana. He has put everything at risk to save me, and how do I repay him? I'm sleeping with his wife!"
"I'm not his wife!"
"But he wants you to be!"
Jothee hesitated to talk further.
Chiana feared this conversation would turn out to be another fight, just like all the other conversations they had since D'Argo found out.
"Every time I'm around my father, I'm reminded about my betrayal...
Everytime I'm with you,...I think about my father! Don't you see?"
"See what?"
Chiana hoped so badly that he wasn't going to finish what he was going to say.
"That I have to go."
He stopped for a microt, just to see Chiana's reaction.
"After all of this is over, first chance I get, I'm leaving Moya."
Chiana freaked out, but tried her best not to show it.
"Where are you gonna go?"
"I don't know. But as far away from here as I can get."
"But..."
Chiana didn't get to finish her sentence as Jothee walked away.
But that was all right; she didn't know what to say anyway.

"How are you doing?" D'Argo said as he sat down beside John.
"Well," John said. "The neural-clone of the man who is chasing me down the galaxy for over a year now, takes over my body and starts killing and tormenting my friends.
Then I almost died, got shot at and there's a chance that the woman I love is going to die.
Because of me."
John looked at him.
"How would you feel?"
"Pretty disoriented." D'Argo said. "But what I meant was..."
"Yes, I know what you meant." John said. "I haven't seen or heard of him for quite a while, so I'm hoping that his batteries must've broken down and that he died whilst in my mind."
"Keep dreaming, John." D'Argo said as he pulled another bottle out of his pockets and took another zip.
"Yeah, I know. The universe is against us. Nothing will ever go exactly the way you want it to go."
"Nope." D'Argo answered wise, as he thought back upon his happy moments with Chiana.
"You know what?" John asked.
"What?"
"Can I get a zip?"
"Sure."
He gave his bottle to Chrichton and pulled another one from his pockets as he put it against his lips and drank some more.

"It seems you were right, John." Zhaan said as she finished her tests.
"Aeryn is indeed poisoned."
Stark looked at him.
"How did you know that?" he asked.
"Because I poisoned her." John asked as he stood up.
"Or at least my body did. I think he poisoned her when he captured her on Command."
"Were you aware of you're actions, when Scorpius did all of these things?" D'Argo asked interested.
Talking about Harvey was a painful subject.
"Sometimes." Chrichton answered. "But I couldn't stop myself. It was like I was paralysed, and my body was moving on it's own."
"Zhaan...!"Aeryn suddenly said.
"Aeryn!"Chrichton said and he was glad to see her awake. Slowly he began to stroke her hair.
D'Argo got up from his chair and even Stark moved a bit closer to Aeryn's bed.
Aeryn's voice was soft and weak, and she could barely form a sentence.
"Zhaan, what is happening to me?"
"A poison." Zhaan answered softly.
Aeryn was feverish and soon fell back into her coma.
"Can you make an antidote?" Chrichton asked and looked upon Zhaan, but he didn't stop stroking Aeryn's hair.
"I believe I can." Zhaan said.
"But it will take at least three arns."
"But Aeryn can't survive for another three arns!"Chrichton shouted. "Look at her!"
"John, I'm doing the best I can." Zhaan said.
"I recognised the toxin which he used to poison her, and it is a very difficult and complex poison. Very easy to make, but very difficult to cure. You see, it's all about the ingredients he used."
"The ingredients..."Chrichton repeated.
"But how did he manage to get these items?"
"He was in the infirmary." Stark suddenly said. "About 700 microts before the blackout."
"That explains everything."Zhaan said.
"Do you have any idea what he could've used?"
"Everything can be poisonous if you use it the right way." Zhaan said.
"Or the wrong way." D'Argo said.

As Zhaan tried to find a way to create a antidote, the rest of the crew, except for Chiana who stayed to assist Zhaan, gathered at Pilot's Den.
"How is she?"Pilot asked.
D'Argo wanted to answer his question, but John beat him.
"She's dying, Pilot."
"Dying?" Rygel repeated.
The small Hynerian Dominar seemed rather shocked.
"Because of the fall?" he asked.
"No, Rygel." D'Argo said. "She was poisoned."
"Poisoned?" Pilot asked shocked.
John didn't dare to look at him.
He and Aeryn always had a mutual bond with each other ever since Pilot's DNA was transferred into Aeryn's body.
"But what are we going to do?" Stark said. "What if Zhaan can't save Aeryn?"
"If Zhaan can't save Aeryn..."John said. "Then I am a murderer."

And then it struck him.
As he thought of the fact that it wasn't him poisoning Aeryn, but Harvey, he realised the ugly truth.
Harvey had planned this.
He had calculated every possible event and knew that John would face this dilemma.
Poisoning Aeryn wasn't his prime target, but as his first plan to capture Moya's crew failed, he was free to fall back onto his second strategy.
Aeryn.
"Aeryn's the key." Chrichton muttered to himself.
"What did you say John?"D'Argo asked.
"Zhaan?" John said through the comms (John was refitted with a new working comms-device), "How is she doing?"
"I'm doing everything I can to save her, John." she said. "I will save her John."
She tried to seem calm and true towards Chrichton, but she failed as she seemed desperate and nervous.
She desperately tried every medical substance or food she could find in the infirmary, but couldn't find the right combination to cure Aeryn.
"Right..."John said.
"She will save her, Chrichton."
But his hopes of ever seeing Aeryn alive again faded away, and he only saw one option left...

Flash.
He was standing in front of a door.
He looked around. He was on Earth.
It was the 50's and he wore a bright white salesman's jacket and sunglasses.
He walked through a green garden towards a white house.
The watersprinklers were sprinkling water onto the grass.
As he knocked on the door, it opened.
It was Scorpy.
"Hi." John said. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in..."
"Wormholetechnology?"Scorpius asked.
"Please, do come in."
John entered at his own risk.
Flash.

"Chrichton?"
John had turned his back upon his friends, and didn't respond to D'Argo's words.
"Chrichton?"
"Chrichton isn't here at the moment." A chilling voice said. "Please leave a message after the beep...BEEP!"
Harvey turned around and showed his victorious smile to Moya's crew.
"Hi fellas." Harvey said. "Did you miss me?"