Chianna's fear filled screams echoed in the distance as D'argo charged down Moya's labyrinthine halls. A distant part of his mind registered that he was in a part of the ship he was unfamiliar with, and perhaps he should try to contact Pilot, to get his bearings. And something was happening to the lighting. But the far more urgent side drove him on. Chianna needed him. He wouldn't fail. The mere thought of such a thing began to send his hyper-rage surging to the surface. But he had to stay focused on the hunt. Chianna's sound, scent, he would find her, he would save her. And he would kill without mercy whatever was threatening her. He only dimly registered the lighting in the corridor seeming to dim...
Aeryn charged down the hallway, looking for D'argo. She called his name sharply, several times out loud, then several more on her comm link. No reply. At first, she felt annoyance simmering. Then she remembered their current circumstances, and she felt a tinge, a tingle...of...fear. That's what it was. And it didn't help that it seemed to be getting darker. She hit her comm link again.
"Pilot! What's going on? Why is Moya losing power? Pilot!"
She rapidly about faced and ran down the corridor, towards Pilot's Control Pod...
Pilot was staring at the Deep Dark outside Moya. What was it Chrichton had said to him? an Earth man named Nitchy, or something similar...
"And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
And he felt it. This abyss was staring back at him. He knew it.
Just then, he noticed the lights on his console dimming, the lights in the cavernous control center losing luminousity. And a darkness began seeping in.
He was alone. He was afraid...