The glow from the phantasm-Zahn increased with each detail Crichton added to his illustration. And as her glow brightened, her voice became stronger, more real. At first, it was as if it was coming through an invisible veil. Now, it was quite clear. Her blue eyes burned with need. Her hands stretched forward to Crichton. Her now quite clear said, "PLEASE..!"
Crichton drew like a man possessed, his eyes fixed on his pad, darting back and forth, guiding his pen in his rendering of their companion who seemed about to return to them.
Chianna then said, "Hey, Crichton, what are you doing?", pointing at her picture.
It had begun to glow, too.
Rigel's eyes widened, seeing his portrait do the same. He and Chianna were dodging a berserk D'argo, whose image was charging at the two.
"Crichton!" Chianna yelled, quailing at the D'argo, the barbarian.
In the darkened corridors, D'argo flailed and snarled, trying to slay the darkness he now saw, felt, even tasted....
Aeryn Sunn began preparing the weaponry of her Prowler. She was getting out into space, and nothing was going to stop her. The darkness surrounded her, and she was not going to just lie down and accept fading away. She would destroy it, or force it to destroy her. Her hands closed on the firing controls...
Pilot began to slip away. The fear and the isolation, the darkness...OH THE DARKNESS...he couldn't escape. Moya's calls were fading...Moya...I'm sorry...
"CRICHTON!", Chiana screamed, gripping the human's shoulder. He looked up, and saw the figures fighting. Suddenly his figure looked in their direction, and sprang up to intervene. He fought bravely, but the battle enraged D'argo overwhelmed him, and poised to strike.
At that moment, D'argo the Real appeared in the room with a roar. Qalta blade raised over his head, he charged headlong at the group.
"WOAH, big guy..!", Crichton said, then muttered "SHIT!", as D'argo swung on him, and he barely dodged.
Suddenly there was a lurch, as if Moya had been hit by something.
"JOHN!" Zahn's voice called again, perfectly clear.
Crichton felt a surge of power through his body, and looked at the hand holding the pen. A glowing shaft of golden light now occupied his hand where the pen was.
"COME TO ME!" Zahn shouted.
Crichton grabbed Chianna and Rigel's hands, and leaped towards Zhan. There was a bright flash, lighting up the room, the crewmates, and the figures representing them...
Aeryn had fired and had felt Moya lurch. A deep sadness filled her, and she heard herself whisper, "Moya, I'm sorry..." Then, there was a light.
Pilot felt himself fading. Not even the wail of pain from Moya awoke him. But then an aurora of light enveloped him. His eyes opened, and he felt warmth on his face.
And the darkness was gone...