Wow, that was some landing. Only Harm could have put the plane down without killing us. Great. I get to tease him about another crash. He's so easy.

"Hey, Harm."

Nothing.

"Harm, answer me."

Still nothing.

"This isn't funny, flyboy. "

"HARM!!!!!"

I need to get out of this cockpit. Oh, God no. He's dead. I loved him and he's dead.

I think I hear something. It's a groan. Thank God.

"Harm!"

"Geez, Mac, don't shout.

"Are you all right?"

"It doesn't matter, Mac."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

I strip off that stupid pregnancy suit, push my way out of the plane and turn around to look at him. His face is bruised and there's blood on his shirt, but that's not what frightens me. It's the look in his eyes. His eyes look empty.

Oh my god, what has he done? How in the hell did he get down here anyway?