"Where the frell is that Greenstalk?" Chiana said. "He's been gone for arns!"
"I still don't trust him." D'Argo said, but Rygel waved his paranoia away.
"He wouldn't betray us." he said. "He's too much of a coward to betray us."
"Typical for you to say." Chiana said.
Rygel just smiled at the Nebari without replying.
"I don“t like that Gronslik." Chiana said. "He smells."

"Well, that's all sorted out!"
Grunchlik entered with a big smile on his face.
Chiana noticed the sweat on his forehead, and his shaking hands as he handed Rygel the bill for the expenses.

"17.000." Grunchlik said. "Just like we agreed."
Rygel smiled unhappy, but fair.
Grunchlik made a nervous impression, and he acted strangely friendly.

D'Argo suddenly smelled something familiar.
He sniffed around as he tried to find out where the smell was coming from, although he did not stand up from his seat.
It turned out to come from Grunchlik.

"Sorry,..." Grunchlik said, knowing that the Luxan smelled the Scarran's smell all over him. "...I just farted."
"You are one disgusting creature, you know that?" Rygel said.

"Glad to have done business with you." Grunchlik said smiling as he grabbed the wallet containing the 17.000 brandar tiles out of Rygel's hand and walked away.
"You will find everything you need in you're Transport Pod. And you're ship is ready to go, but without fuel, as promised." Grunchlik added.
"Goodbye."
Grunchlik said 'goodbye' with the utmost sincerity.

"Something stinks about this deal." Chiana said as Grunchlik left the room.

But D'Argo smelled something different.
He expected the smell to fade away after Grunschlik left, but it didn't.
In fact, quite the opposite occurred. The smell became stronger.

"As long as the medical supplies we need are on the Transport Pod, and my ship is ready to be towed, then I don't care." Rygel said. "Now let's get going."

He tried to leave, but D'Argo stopped him as he grabbed the Dominar's robe.
He sniffed loudly.

"What's the matter, D'Argo?" Chiana asked.
As D'Argo felt the drops of sweat on his forehead, he quickly grabbed his Qualta Blade, and pointed it towards the empty room in front of him.
But it wasn't empty.

"What the frell are you doing?" Rygel asked loudly.
"Shut up, and get behind me!" D'Argo shouted at his shipmates.
"There is a Scarran in this room...!"

John's memories slowly came back to him.
They were playing in front of his eyes, like old home videos, as he was laid down on a bed in a dark, cold cell.

The doctors forced food down his throat, stuck needles in his arm and put so many pills in his mouth that John nearly choked on them.

As they left his cell, John could feel that whatever they had done to him, was beginning to work.

Slowly his strengths returned to him, while he stared at his surroundings, hoping that he was still sleeping.
The pain in his mind convinced him otherwise.

"What was wrong with him?" he asked himself, as the pain continued to get worse.
He blamed Harvey.
"What reason was there to continue this torment?"

"You are wrong, Crichton." the dark voice in the back of his head said to him.
Harvey appeared in front of him, like an illusion. A ghost. An apparition.
A hallucination.
"It is not YOUR pain that you are feeling..." Harvey said.
"It is mine..."

Harvey stayed reluctantly cool under these circumstances.
The energy Scorpius used to revive Crichton's brainwaves caused an overload in the chip's systems, causing Harvey much pain, and giving John a headache.
But it also disrupted Jack and Artokh's signals, causing them to believe John was dead.

"You might call it justice." John said.
It was Harvey who had caused Moya much pain by causing the ship's primary systems to overload, and now Harvey suffered the same kind of pain.
"Perhaps there is a God." John sarcastically said.

"I can handle pain." Harvey said.

"Haven't lost your sense of humour, I hear." Harvey stated.
But as Harvey searched deeper into John's state of mind, he realised that there was more going on.
"You still have hope..." Harvey concluded.
"Even as you sit in the lion's mouth, you still think you're shipmates on board Moya will rescue you. You still hope..."
"I do not hope." John said. "I am beyond hope."
The look in John's eyes was fascinating.

"You do not wish to escape?" Harvey asked surprised.

"If D'Argo or Zhaan or Chiana or anyone wanted to rescue me, they would've done it by now." John said.
"No, they won't rescue me. They probably think I'm dead."
John sighed.
"And perhaps I'm better off that way..."

"But why then do you keep resisting?" Harvey asked.
"Even when you were in that coma you still resisted me. If you want to die so eagerly, then I'll be happy to do it for you! But give Scorpius his wormhole-technology!"

John stared into his cold eyes.
"You took away all my hopes..." he whispered.

John's eyes were red and tired. His hair was messed up, and he slowly grew a beard.
People on Earth would say he looked like a bum.
A tramp. A hobo.
Some dirty looking guy in some dead-end street, scaring the crap out of everyone who walked past.
But looks can be deceiving.

"You took away everything...and now I have nothing to lose..." John continued.

"A man with nothing to lose...is a dangerous man." Harvey thought.

"John..." Harvey tried to interrupt, but Crichton wouldn't let him.

"There is but ONE reason...one reason...why I'm not going to end it all. Blow it. Kiss the princess. Say goodbye. See you later, alligator...KILL MYSELF."

For a moment there was a silence between them.

"...one reason..." John repeated.

"VENGEANCE."