A few days later…

Delwyn walked down the hall of Moya, she heard a skittered and something ran into her feet, Delwyn looked down, and screamed in surprise; the DRD shrieked shrilly and rolled down the hall. Delwyn pressed her hand against the side of the ship and looked up and out the window. She stepped in front of the glass and pressed her hands to the cool surface, she rested her head on the glass and closed her eyes.

A sudden flash assaulted her minds eye and her eyes shot open she grabbed the string of leather around her throat with the small purple stone. Annelie had the same stone, they had once been earrings that had belonged to their mother. She rubbed the smooth stone between her fingers and blinked back tears as the vision set its self in front of her eyes again. Her lips parted slightly and she reached out for something to hold onto, D'Argo happened to be walking by and Delwyn stumbled into his arms.

Her vision was black and no matter where she looked she was lost in the black, her head throbbed and her throat felt parched. The ground was cold under her body, so cold it almost burned.

"Are you okay?" D'Argo asked a trace of concern lacing his voice.

Delwyn's breath came out in sharp spurts and she rubbed the stone more vigorously. Her eye's were blank and her pupils were dilated.

"Hey!" D'Argo shouted shaking Delwyn's shoulders.

When Delwyn tried to move she found her legs and arms were bound.

"Annelie," she whispered softly.

"Hey! Snap out of it!" D'Argo shook Delwyn more violently.

The visions came to her every once and while, they were sporadic and usually lasted only a few seconds, they were mostly just flashes of images and feelings, but this one was different. It chilled her to the bone and she began to cry.

When D'Argo shook her again her head snapped back and forward and her eyes shot open and she gasped air into her lungs, she pushed herself away from D'Argo and sprinted down the hall.

"Where's Delwyn?" Aeryn asked as D'Argo stalked up to her, "Annelie's been asking for her."

"I have no idea, I saw her in the deck and she looked like she was having some kind of attack. But then she ran away."

Aeryn shot him a look, "What do you mean? Is she all right?"

"I'm not sure, I nearly had to shake her head off before she snapped out of it. I think it was a seizure of some kind."

"Seizures?" A quiet voice asked, the two turned around and saw Annelie gripping the side of Moya. Over the days she had been slowly healing and the scars on her face were finally scabbed over. "Delwyn's never had seizures."

"You shouldn't be out of bed Annelie," Aeryn said.

"I feel fine, besides my ass was falling asleep on that metal bed." Annelie ran a hand over her hair, her handkerchief was hanging around her neck. "Where is she?"

D'Argo shrugged, "I have no idea, she ran away. Probably in some hanger somewhere."

"I'll look for her," Annelie offered.

"You shouldn't be wandering around," Aeryn told Annelie.

Annelie licked her lips, "I have to find her," Annelie knew what had happened.

Delwyn had had another vision, her sister had always been special, fragile in a way; Annelie always the stronger one. Annelie knew her sister and she wasn't sure how she would handle the vision.

"Well I'll find her," Aeryn said.

"She doesn't trust you," Annelie replied, "she hides from people she doesn't trust. I have to go myself or she could end up missing for weeks. She's incredibly flexible you know, my parents used to find her in the oddest places. Once when she was six, they found her in an air vent pipe. Took them nearly three hours to coax her out."

Aeryn sighed, "fine, but after you find her, get back to the sick bay."

Annelie rolled her eyes, "sure thing Mom," she replied pulling her handkerchief up onto her head she made her way down the hall.

Annelie paused by a door to rest and close her eyes, the door whizzed open and she leapt back seeing a small disgusting looking three foot tall creature in front of her.

"Who the hesmona are you?" demanded Dominar Rygel XVI.

Annelie took a step back, "who the hesmona are you?"

"I am Dominar Rygel XVI," Rygel replied.

"I'm Annelie, Aeryn and Crichton rescued us from our planet," she held out her small hand tentatively.

"What do you expect me to do that?"

"It's a human custom, to shake hands."

"Human?" Rygel demanded, "you're human are you? Oh that's perfect, all we need is another blundering fool-human aboard this ship." Rygel muttered floating away on his ThroneSled.

Annelie still stood their with her hand out held, she snorted, "huh, nice to meet you too." She mumbled before continuing down the hall.