"You handled that quite well, John." Harvey said to Crichton.

"Very clever. I am definitely impressed."

Harvey sat comfortably and silently in a large, black arm-chair, in the middle of a large white room.

He held a still smoking cigarette in his hands, and he wore a black tux and shades.

John noticed the still dripping blood stains on the walls of the white room, as he left the doorway and walked towards Harvey.

"But I must warn you." Harvey said as he sat up straight.

"Do not trust this Kaarvok. Understand that he is in control right now, and he won't let you go that easily."

"I shouldn't trust Kaarvok..." John repeated as he slowly entered the room.

Mud dripped off of his worn out shoes.

"But why should I trust you? I still remember what you did to Aeryn..."

"My allegiance lies with Scorpius." Harvey said. "You know this..."

Harvey stood up from his arm-chair.

"However, things have changed. I neither have the power nor the strength to overtake your mind. Therefore it is impossible for me to carry out Scorpius's wishes.

So I have made a decision."

As he said it, he walked to Crichton and put his arm around his shoulder as he guided him across the room.

"I have accepted my situation, and decided to look towards the future."

Harvey's eyes were invisible behind his dark sunglasses.

"My fate, and that of the wormhole-knowledge, lies in your hands, and therefore I dedicate my functions to you, John Crichton."

Harvey let go of John and jumped in front of him.

He bowed to Crichton.

"My services are at your disposal."

"Why in hell would you do this?" John said.

"To help you. To guide you." Harvey answered.

"So you can bring me back to Scorpius?" John said violently and slightly paranoid.

"So you may live." Harvey replied.

John looked upon Harvey.

Conversations in his mind seemed so normal the last couple of days.

Suddenly a large, bright blue light appeared in the centre of the room.

A soft, almost heavenly voice, grew louder and louder as John approached the apparition.

"This is my gift..." the voice said. "To you, John Crichton..."

John recognised the voice only vaguely. He knew who it was, but he just couldn't remember.

"Remember me. Remember my love. And thank you, John Crichton. For everything."

The voice reminded Crichton of the old record player his uncle used to have.

"For everything..."

The blue light faded away, and left John and Harvey looking at each other.

Speechless.

As Harvey put his cigarette to his mouth, John grabbed it and threw it away, saying: "No smoking in my head!"

FLASH

"Let me out of here!" Crichton shouted.

He rattled the wooden bars of his natural cage.

The wood reminded him of bamboo.

"You should've killed me." Aenos whispered in the other cell.

John sighed as he looked to the ground.

"I saved your life!" he said firmly. "The least you can do is show me some gratitude."

"You did not save my life." Aenos replied. "All you did was condemn both of us to a life of torture."

John began to hate the tone of Aenos's voice.

And knowing that he could probably be in this cell for a while, he wasn't keen on the idea of spending the rest of his life with this guy.

"I made the right decision." John stated. "Fact."

"It is a fact that we will die here horribly." Aenos said.

"Can I make a suggestion?" Crichton said. "Shut the frell up!"

He smashed the wooden cell with his fist.

It hurt.

"I don't need your depressive comments right now! I've got enough of those in my head!"

Harvey smiled.

John waved that image out of his head.

"Killing you would have lead to nothing!" Crichton said. "I am smart enough, ugly enough and insane enough to know that! Peacekeepers only think of their honour and their guns.

Violence and death. And you know what? I'm sick of it!"

Crichton walked circles in his small cell.

"I am sick of Peacekeepers! I am sick of Scorpius! I am sick of DEATH!"

Some of the primitive and wild Xarai creatures looked at him from the woods.

"No more..." John whispered.

"Killing you would only make me like you...A Peacekeeper..."

"Tough words..." Aenos said. "For an inferior species..."

"Inferior?" Kaarvok asked.

He appeared in front of their cells.

"Call him what you like, but he is not inferior to you." Kaarvok said.

His white eye looked at Crichton, but John suspected that it didn't see him.

"Whatever you say," Aenos said to the alien. "Krishool."

Crichton shook his head.

The translator microbes didn't translate that one correctly.

Crichton thought that it was a swearword of sorts, however when he saw Kaarvok's smile, he knew that it wasn't.

Krishool had to mean something else.

"Tell me," Kaarvok said. "Do you recognise any of these creatures?"

Kaarvok pointed at the dark creatures called 'Xarai' who stood behind him in the woods.

Dozens of them.

"No," Aenos answered. "I do not recognise the species. What are they? Some sort of mutated Vorga?"

Kaarvok couldn't help but smile as he looked Aenos in his eyes.

"They are Peacekeepers." Kaarvok said.

One of the Xarai behind Kaarvok suddenly turned his head, as if he heard something familiar.

Something from his past.

Something from a different lifetime perhaps.

For a microt it started thinking about the word. That strange word.

He even thought it could well be his name, before some other Xarai distracted him and all thoughts and reason abandoned the creature, making him forget the word.

"Peacekeepers." Kaarvok repeated when he saw the look on Aenos's face. "Yes."

Chiana stepped out of the warm Pod and into the cold snow.

The blizzard blinded her.

"D'Argo!" she shouted in vain.

She looked around in search for D'Argo.

He had to be lying around somewhere.

Cold wind blew snow into her face and hair.

It made her even paler and more white then usual.

"I can't find him!" Chiana shouted to Jothee.

She suddenly grew worried that either the cold would get to him, or that the snow would suffocate him.

"D'Argo!"

A couple of metras away, blood was still pouring out of the Scarran's body.

Cracks formed in the ice, melted and weakened by the heat of Gyrshna's blood.

Perhaps in his death, this was his revenge upon his attackers.

The cracks in the ice were growing bigger and bigger, until it reached the Transport Pod.

The weight of the enormous craft weakened the ice even more.

But neither Chiana nor Jothee noticed this effect in the ice.

"D'Argo!"

Chiana had found D'Argo, covered in snow only some metras away.

But as she ran towards his unconscious body, the ice began to crack under her weight.

She fell through a crack in the ice.

Water reached her waist, but Chiana managed to climb up.

"Jothee!" she shouted, knowing what was going to happen. "Take the Pod into the air!"

She was wet and cold and numb.

At first, Jothee didn't understand what she was saying, but then the Pod started to shock and heave.

The ice cracked and the Pod fell into the water.

If Jothee hadn't acted in time, it would've sank to the bottom.

"D'Argo!" Chiana shouted.

She crawled through the snow and breaking ice.

The blizzard blinded her and made her deaf, but she tried to save D'Argo nonetheless.

D'Argo slipped through a crack and fell into the water.

As Chiana arrived to the place where he used to lay, she couldn't find him.

She stuck her hands in the water, but she couldn't feel him.

He was gone.

"D'Argo! No!"

Her tears froze as they touched her white beautiful skin.

"Chiana!" Jothee shouted over the comms as he turned the Pod into her direction. "Get in the Pod!"

"No!"

"There is nothing we can do!"

The ice broke in a radius of 25 metras.

It wasn't nearly large enough to even be seen from outer space as a pimple on the skin of a giant white face, but it was large enough to drown them all.

Gyrshna's body and head also fell into the water and sank to the bottom, where no-one would see him again.

"Chiana! You're going to die if you stay there any longer!"

"I'm not leaving without him!" Chiana shouted back at Jothee.

She crawled over the remaining blocks of ice, trying her best to keep her from falling into the water.

She tried to see where he was.

Anything.

His face. His arm.

A sign from the gods...

Anything.

"Please, please, please," she muttered, before diving headfirst into the freezing water.

Jothee navigated the Pod over the place where she disappeared.

His heart raced.

Desperately he tried to look out the window, hoping to see her face coming out of the water.

Or even D'Argo's.

But he knew that that would be impossible.

D'Argo was dead.

He knew it in his mind, but his heart refused to give in.

"Come on, Chiana." He said to himself. "Come on."

He was angry with her. But he didn't want her dead.

No, a part of him loved her still, but he ignored that part of himself, knowing that he could not love her.

He should not love her.

Because his father loved her.

Because deep down inside, Chiana didn't love Jothee.

And now he was going to lose both loved ones to the icy water of this godforsaken planet.

"Chiana!"

As the words left his mouth in desperation, he saw a familiar face coming from the water, fighting for air.

She was alive.

D'Argo was alive.