That night, Lucas again was tossing and turning, sleeping, but not sleeping well. His headache had returned with a vengeance, and his nightmare was coming back, he could sense it.

He longed for Kat at that moment, just the comfort of having her there. Maybe she could help him sleep; make the pain in his head stop. It took all he had not to pick up his PAL and call her. He wasn't sure why he thought of her suddenly. Perhaps because they hadn't talked that night, or perhaps because he knew she had the ability to do small things like take headaches away.

His head still throbbed, but he tried to go back to sleep.

Miguel walked at a leisurely pace down the corridor to his quarters. It had been a slow day, not much happening. Still, he was tired and looked forward to being able to get some sleep. He'd missed lunch with the regular group today. He rounded a bend in the corridor and looked up.

"Hey! Lucas, what are you doing up?"

Lucas didn't answer him, only staring menacingly at Miguel.

"Everything okay man?"

Lucas stepped toward him and, much to Miguel's shock; his eyes took on a red glow.

"What in the hell is this? Lucas quit it, you're freaking me out."

A low, demonic laugh escaped Lucas' throat, and Miguel began to back away. In what seemed an impossibly quick movement, Lucas was beside him. He grabbed Miguel by the head and slammed him into the wall, knocking him out.

Katya jumped as the PAL by her bed buzzed. She answered it, still lying down. "Yes?"

"Katya, Dr. Westphalen here. We need you in med bay right away."

"Is everything okay?"

"No, it's Miguel, he's been hurt. Please hurry."

"I'll be right there." She put the PAL down and quickly pulled on her clothes and shoes, not bothering to brush her hair, just pulling it behind her and attaching a rubber band at the base of her neck.

She sprinted out into the corridor and down to med bay. When she saw Miguel, she almost began to cry. His head, though wrapped in white bandages, was severely cut and bruised, and, like Matthews, he had been beaten within an inch of his life.

"What happened to him?"

"That's what we're hoping you can find out," Dr. Westphalen replied.

Katya nodded woodenly, and took Miguel's hand. "Oh Migs, I'm so sorry, please be okay," she whispered, stroking his hand softly, before closing her eyes and focusing on seeing what he'd seen.

It was the same as she had seen with Matthews. He was walking down a corridor, heading to his room to get some sleep. It was what she saw and heard next that frightened her. She watched, dumbfounded, as Miguel came upon someone who looked like Lucas. She saw the eyes glow red, heard the laughter and saw Miguel have his head driven into a wall.

She dropped Miguel's hand in horror and backed away. "Oh no…oh…that has to be wrong!"

"What is it Katya?"

"Lucas…he saw Lucas…"

"What do you mean?"

"He saw someone who looked like Lucas…I don't know if it was him though. This thing is what did it to him!"

"Get Lucas down here, now!"

In what seemed like no time, a groggy Lucas walked into med bay. "What's going on?" he asked, before his eyes fell on Miguel. "Oh my God! What happened to Miguel!"

"We were hoping you could tell us Lucas," Dr. Westphalen replied.

"What do you mean?"

Dr. Westphalen grabbed his hands and looked at them, frowning. "No, it couldn't have been you. Your hands would be showing some damage if you'd caused the beating that Miguel received."

Lucas looked at Miguel, horrified. He then noticed Kat standing there. "Did you tell them I did this?"

She shook her head. "Doctor, you didn't let me finish! I said it looked like Lucas, not that it was Lucas. I told you already, there is something on this ship!"

"I don't see how that is possible Katya. There must be some sort of jumbled image there. Thank you for your help," she said, going back to check on Miguel.

Katya blinked hard and then walked away, and past Lucas, who followed her. As they entered the corridor outside of med bay, he grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Kat, what in the hell is going on here?"

She looked up at him. "I don't know Lucas. I told her what I saw, and last night, something that looked like you nearly killed Miguel."

He shook his head. "It wasn't me! I was sleeping. They just woke me up."

"Do you sleep walk?"

"No! And even if I did, you heard the doctor, look at my hands!"

"Something is really wrong here, and I can't figure out what it is. It got that poor man, now Miguel. Who's next?" she said, placing her fingers against her temples.

"Kat…" he said, putting an arm around her shoulders in an attempt to alleviate her obvious stress.

She pulled away from him. "Don't. Don't Lucas."

He looked confused for a moment before it dawned on him. "Oh…sorry. I didn't mean to…"

"I have to go now," she said, turning and walking away from him.

He watched her walk away. "Kat, wait…" he whispered to no one.