"But rest assured, I'll be with you always... keeping you safe."

John slid his way down the wall, unconsciously rubbing his eyes. What the hell... He began his simple analysis of the moment, his deep blue eyes taking in all the dark corners of the room, the steam from the walls, the crimson blood on the floor... He noticed the gash on his arm and touched it, rubbing the blood between his fingertips. I'm bleeding...but I don't give a damn. The scarlet dot sparkled as he played with in the light, moving his hands around weakly watching it glimmer. He dropped his hand and moaned as a searing pain shot up his side causing him to double over. His eye caught a glimpse of a piece of metal on the ground, and he picked it up, The calm, recurrence of cold steel was a light... A light at the end of the tunnel. He turned it over in his hands, seeing nothing but a way out, no reflection, no Scorpius. Go ahead John. end it.. It's not worth it, the throbbing pain and torment, You can barely remember what Scorpius said, none the less if it was real, why bother? He turned his head in the direction Scorpius had pointed and sighed. Sure enough there was a doorway leading down a dark corridor, another mystery, another time, another place he thought. Was it even worth it? I mean what do I have to live for? My ancient module, that's the laughing stock of the universe? A chance for a wormhole to open for me and return me to Earth without completely getting me lost?..again? John rolled his eyes, yeah, like that would ever happen. What about Dad and DK? Would they ever know the truth? The emotional pain he had suffered? Would anyone on Moya even care? He was a burden, a pathetic life form, a useless item to be dropped. His thoughts turned to Aeryn. The way she walked, the way she carried herself, the way she smiled...and smiled..and smiled. I can't do this anymore, he moved his gaze to the dead Scarren. Well at least I killed him.. "John?" That voice, the soft touch, Aeryn? "John? Where are you?" Chiana... "John," Chiana said quietly. "John..you stop." She moved in one place, never moving forward. The dull steel pointed at his throat, caressing his Adam apple, the feel of it slice the top layer of skin. "John...put that down..it's ok..." Aeryn stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes shocked and still, absorbing his features. "John.." she whispered. I'm sorry.. For everything. He mouthed to her, his eyes full of tears, his mouth holding in a cry. The feeling of skin breaking, the blood trickling down his chest. Once more, the heart, the blood freely flowing. No more pain...no more Scorpy...no more...the light drew near, the welcoming embrace of a woman. "Mom?" his voice hushed. Her face soft and warm, her welcoming arms leading him away..... ..leading him home.