Laughing. Long, loud, uncontrollable cackles that pierced through the dense walls of the cruiser and shot through Lex's ear, rattling her ear drum and making the sounds perfectly hearable. She began to shudder as if she were very cold, but in fact she was scared almost to death. Whatever had done that to those Rebels was surely that thing that was laughing. But it stopped now and the ship continued to churn as if pulling itself into its own center.

Continuing down the corridor, Lex opened a door to her right. The door slid open revealing a person standing erect with his back turned to Lex. He was peering up as if trying to strain his ear to here a conversation. Lex tried communicating. 'Hello,' she said, not sure if the man hand gone insane from the visions on this ship. She would not have blamed him. The man continued to ignore her. Curiously she moved for, her blaster pulled high near her head. The individual still insisted to ignore her. 'Hello,' she said, more irritably than the first greeting she spoke. The man still did not turn. Beginning to get the creeps, Lex stretched a shivering hand toward the man's shoulders. It was only ten inches away. Now it became five. It grew lesser until she could almost tap the man's shoulders.