They hadn't found any sign of these people yet. At least now they knew their names: the Xindi. Now Jorna and Trip knew who they were against, in a way.

Trip was not a happy camper. Some of the crew learned to leave him to himself. Malcolm and Jorna, however, were there to help him and listen to him vent. Jorna knew exactly how he was feeling since she had lost her best friend. Malcolm mostly knew how he felt. But he was there for his friend.

One day, Jorna didn't show up for duty. Trip went to go find her. She was in her quarters, laying on her bed, her eyes open.

"Jorna," Trip tried to get her attention. "You're late for duty."

"You should have seen it, Trip. The dream I had. I saw Margaret. She was cheery, as always. She called 'Come on'. I tried to follow and couldn't. She turned back and said 'Oh yeah, you're not here yet' and ran off. I think she meant I wasn't dead yet. Am I going to die soon?"

"I hope not, Jorna. I need you here with me right now. I can't loose you now."

"I don't want to die. I like life. I like it here. Don't let me die, Trip. Please."

"I'll do my best. Come on, work time." She stood and they left to get to work.