Evidently Cat had picked the lime green shirt and a pair of trousers, because when Lister got back to the bunk room, Cat was deciding between two suit jackets. One was white, to match the trim on his trousers, and one was black, to match his trousers. Lister sat down and resumed work on his new jigsaw.

Suddenly, Lister was swamped with a very strong feeling of happiness and love. It made him want to smile, and it wasn't even his feeling. "Cat? Are you happy about something?"

"Shh. I'm choosing a jacket," Cat said.

"But are you happy?" Lister asked.

Cat glanced at Lister. "I'll be happy once I've picked a jacket."

Lister frowned. "I keep getting this feeling of happiness. Nothing specific, no words, just…happiness. But if it's not you and it's not Rimmer, then…?" Lister suddenly realized who it must be. He looked down at his stomach, touching it gently. "Of course. I forgot about you two. I like being able to hear you in there…it makes you more real. Hopefully you'll like zero-G football as much as you like being in here."

Lister listened to Jim and Bexley's happiness a little longer, and then he went back to his puzzle.

"Hmm. Tough decision," Cat said. He held up the white jacket and struck a pose. "Classy?" He held up the black jacket and struck a different pose. "Or debonair?"

Lister set down the piece of the puzzle he was holding. "Could you do me a favor and stop with the clothes decisions? You spent half an hour deciding on your trousers."

Cat was indignant, as he was whenever anyone questioned his fashion sense. "Hey, it takes time and effort to look as nice as I do! I don't just throw on whatever clothes I find first in the dark, unlike some people around here."

Lister went back to his puzzle, frustrated. Cat continued to alternate jackets and strike alluring poses before the mirror. Lister glanced at Cat. For smeg's sake, Cat, pick a coat.

Cat dropped both jackets. "For smeg's sake, Cat, pick a coat!"

Lister whipped around, staring at Cat. Cat, surprised, picked up his jackets, putting them on the bed. Then he turned to Lister.

"What did you say?" Lister asked, thinking he must have heard wrong.

"I didn't say it!" Cat said. "I mean, I said it, but…"

"But I was the one who was thinking it," Lister said.

Cat looked confused. "How could you make me say something?"

Lister shook his head. "I don't know."

"Make me say something else," Cat said.

"Okay," Lister said.

Cat flipped Lister the bird. "This is Lister saying, 'Smeg off!'" Cat shook his head, lowering his hand as if it were a dangerous animal. "Wow."

"This is amazing!" Lister said. "Not only can I hear what you're thinking, but I can make you say whatever I think of."

Cat looked at the wrist he didn't wear a watch on and did an exaggerated double take. "Oh. Wow. It's getting late. I've gotta go…uh…find some more things to make mine. See you later, monkey."

Cat left the room, and Lister began to think of all the great things he could do with his new power.