Cat was perfectly happy playing with the round mouse once he'd caught it, but then Lister told Cat there was something important he had to see in the bunk room, so Cat went to see it.

Someone new was asleep on the bottom bunk when they entered the bunk room.

"Hey! Who's that in Grease Stain's bed?" Cat asked.

"Ssh! That's Holly," Lister said.

Cat frowned. "Holly? The computer? Then who's in charge of the ship?"

Rimmer's face appeared on the nearby viewscreen. "That would be Grease Stain, you idiotic smeg for brains."

Cat jumped away from the screen, startled. "Does he do that every time you talk about him?"

"I can hear everything that goes on in the ship. Why wouldn't I show up when I hear my name spoken?" Rimmer asked.

"Maybe because you've got more important things to do than listen to ship gossip?" Lister said.

"That's ridiculous. What could be more important than—oh no! A series of incredibly crowded moons!" Rimmer disappeared from the viewscreen, getting back to maneuvering the ship.

Holly stirred on the bottom bunk, and then sat up suddenly. "Where am I? What happened?"

"It's okay, Holly," Lister said.

Holly glanced at Lister, frowning. "Dave? I think I just died."

This was too much for Cat. "What?"

"I was lying down on the bed, and then I died. When I heard you talking to Arnold, I came back to life," Holly said.

Lister chuckled. "That's not death, Holly. That's called sleep."

"You mean…what I just did is what you and Arnold spend all that time doing?" Holly asked.

"Yeah," Lister said.

"Well, that's not very interesting, is it?" Holly said, looking a little disappointed.

"If you had any dreams it might be," Lister said.

"I have dreams sometimes when I'm recharging myself and resting my data banks," Holly said.

Lister looked impressed. "Really? I didn't know computers dreamed."

"You might not recognize it as dreaming if it happened to you. Computer dreams are a little different than human dreams," Holly said.

"How?" Cat asked.

"We do it in base eight," Holly said.

"Oh," Lister said. Then he gestured to Cat. "I brought Cat for a visit."

Holly nodded to Cat. "Hello, Cat."

"Hi," Cat said, glancing up and down Holly's body. "You look nice."

"Thanks," Holly said.

"So before you go back to normal, is there anything you want to do?" Lister asked.

"Well, I was thinking about that," Holly said.

"And?" Lister prompted.

"There's something I've always wanted to try. Not a lot of it, mind you, and I might be rubbish at it, but…" Holly trailed off.

Cat didn't know what Holly was getting at, but he was getting more and more excited as she described it.

"Go on," Lister said.

"Yeah, you've even got me curious, and you know what they say about curious cats," Cat said.

"What?" Holly asked.

"Curious cats get hungry quicker," Cat said.

"So go ahead and tell us," Lister said.

Holly looked guilty and excited at the same time. "I've always wanted to try dancing."

Cat knew he'd liked Holly more ever since she'd become a woman. "Dancing? Really?"

"I thought I might be better at it now I've got arms and legs and everything. Do you think we could?" Holly asked.

Lister smiled. "Holly, if you wanna go dancing, we'll take you dancing."

Holly gestured to Lister's pregnant stomach. "Can you dance with that?"

"No," Lister said, shrugging, "but I couldn't dance before I had it either. If you really wanna learn how to dance, you should watch Cat."

Holly looked curiously at Cat. "Why? Are you good?"

Cat puffed his chest out, swaggering a little. "Am I good? I'm the king of the dance floor! My shoes have better moves than most people's feet."

Holly stood up. "Well, then, what are we waiting for? Let's boogie on down."