"Where?", Chianna asked.
"You know...Tolkien, Frodo, Gandalf, that Ring...oh, forget it. D'argo, partner, what was the matter with you? Here you come in like a berserker..."
D'argo looked down for a few seconds, then looked back at Crichton, "I don't know, John. I remember being on Moya, in my quarters. Then..."
"What?" Chianna asked, holding him.
"All the memories of my failure. Jo'lann, Jothee, Mactonn slaying him..."
"But Jothee's alive, he's fine," Chianna said, pressing her forehead softly against D'argo's cheek.
"I then saw those evil people coming from your world to kill your spirit, Chianna. You running from them in terror..."
D'argo paused, then growled, "...and I couldn't stop them!"
"What are you talking about?" Chianna said. "Look at me. I'm fine. I was with Crichton and Rygel the whole time."
"Ok..." Crichton thought. "We've got D'argo hallucinating about nightmares past possible and present. I'm making with the art in Moya's mind. And now we're taking a trip to wonderland."
He then pulled out the golden glowing sword.
"I think this used to be my pen."
Crichton stared at it thoughtfully, then moved it back when he saw Rygel reaching for it. He then put it away.
Rygel sniffed.
"That doesn't get us anywhere closer to explaining what happened, where we are, or where are the others. And didn't we see Zahn?"
"Yes, we did. I heard her speak. Didn't you, Crichton?" Chianna asked.
"Yes, I did," Crichton murmured.
"So where are the others?" D'argo wondered. "Moya, Pilot, Aeryn..."
"Aeryn..." Crichton whispered.
At that moment, riding the border of a dark mass seeming attempting to envelope her and the huge black dragon she rode, Aeryn shouted in defiance at the malevolent presence before her. Lances of flame spewed from the dragon's mouth, causing bits of the darkness to retreat.
They couldn't hold out. They had to withdraw, or be overwhelmed.
Aeryn cursed, and shouted a command to Prowler. The Dragon roared a final bellow of defiance, turned and flew away as fast as it could.
On came the darkness...