From the first moment the lawyer for the prosecution stood up from his chair, John could sense that this man was going to be a problem.
He had a limp in his left leg; he had a cane to support his weight as he casually walked towards the witness.

Raxil tried to pull herself together, knowing that whatever she was about to say could mean the difference between either prison or freedom.

"Miss Raxil..." the lawyer spoke.

"Mrs." Raxil corrected him. "I'm married."

John raised his eyebrow.

"I beg your pardon." the lawyer said. "Mrs. Raxil."

"Raxil is my first name, not my..."

"Whatever, mrs. Raxil." The lawyer interrupted, waving his hand about as a sign for her to shut up.

"I am not interested in your name. I am only interested in what you have to say. And the truth."

John did not know what to think.

The truth was that they killed Fe'Tor.

In self-defence, yes, but John knew Chiana did not regret killing him.

Perhaps she even enjoyed it.

John rubbed his eyes.

All those thoughts in his mind gave him a headache.

He suddenly began wondering: would Harvey have any advice for him?

Yes, he actually missed Harvey. But only for a second.

"You said you had heard of the accused before." the lawyer asked Raxil.

"Yes, I had." Raxil answered.

"In what way?"

"Well, they were just rumours actually." Raxil said casually. "A friend of mine who works at the hangars told me that they were expecting the arrival of a group of notorious thugs."

"Thugs?"

"Well, I wouldn't call them thugs, you know (her eyes wandered slowly at Crichton and D'Argo; D'Argo looked at her as if he held a knife under his clothing and was eager to stab it in her guts) but the rumours said that Crichton-that Crichton had done lots of things."

"Like what?"

"Blown up Shadow Depositories, killed hundreds of Peacekeepers, and lots more."

"Then tell me," the lawyer went on, as he slowly walked around the courtroom. "Why did you seek them out?"

"My mate Saul." Raxil answered. "He was taken by Fe'Tor, and-and I wanted to rescue him. But I couldn't do it on my own. And because, you know, their females had been taken as well by Fe'Tor, I thought, you know, that we could help each other."

"But they went too far, didn't they?" the lawyer said.

"Well, yeah..." Raxil said, afraid to look at John and D'Argo as she said it.

"They started to shoot everything and blow up everything, and I didn't know what to do..."

"OBJECTION, YOUR HONOUR!" Crichton hollered. "That's just...she's frelling lying!"

The judge looked at him for a second before shaking his head and saying: "Overruled."

"Damn." John said as he sat down again. "I should've said something intelligent or something."

"Then don't open your mouth." Chiana said smiling.

"Funny..." John said. "But she's frelling lying! She knew perfectly well what we were going to do!"

"So what happened when you entered the complex?" the lawyer asked.

"Well, at first they wanted to rescue that Nebari girl," Raxil replied. "...and they started shooting and I panicked, but-but the Luxan dragged me with him to the milking room, where I found Saul. He-he was dead."

"She didn't want to save Saul!" John whispered to Chiana, D'Argo and Jool. "She wanted to rob him!"

As John stopped talking, he heard the faint sound of a woman crying in the audience.

As he turned around, he saw Fe'Tor's sister wiping her tears away with a soft tissue.

"She's frelling faking it." D'Argo said.

"Yeah," John said. "Women are good at that."

As the lawyer ended his interrogation of the witness, John jumped up from his seat, wanting another go at interrogating Raxil.

He tripped over his own feet and fell flat with his face on the purple and dusty carpet.

D'Argo covered his eyes as John crawled up and wiped the dust off of his knees.

"Raxil!" John said.

The creature wasn't glad to see him approaching the stand again.

"Tell us more about Saul." John asked.

"About Saul?" Raxil asked nervously.

"Please." John said.

He couldn't help but smile.

"Saul...Saul was a beautiful, young man. A-a strong, b-bright personality."

"Yeah," John said. "That's great. Poetic even. But you told us shit about Saul. Tell me what he did, where he grew up, what he used to eat for breakfast. Come on!"

Raxil began describing Saul again.

And every word she used was a lie.

After she was done talking, John clapped in his hands.

"Wonderful." John said. "Now tell us what he stole from you."

"What?" Raxil said surprised.

Now Chiana covered her eyes, mumbling something like: "Very subtle Crichton..."

"Tell us what he stole from you." John said clearly.

"He didn't steal anything from me." Raxil said.

"Yes he did. Don't lie to me. Because then it would be the second time you lied to me, and lying as a witness does not convince juries."

John leaned towards Raxil as he turned his head towards the jury and waved his hand.

"Now, tell us what he stole from you!"

"He didn't steal anything..."

"Now you're lying again!" John hollered. "He had stolen something of you, and when you entered Fe'Tor's complex, you went in to get it back. You didn't go in to save your mate, you went in there to collect something that was yours!"

"OBJECTION, YOUR HONOUR!" the lawyer for the prosecution shouted.

"Is this a question!"

"Uhum," the judge said as he turned his head. "What?"

He was distracted by Chiana's cleavage the entire time.

As John looked at Chiana, she winked at him.

"You're one of a kind, Chiana..." John thought to himself smiling.

"He is assaulting the witness!" the lawyer spoke.

"Crichton!" the judge said.

"My apologies, your honour." Crichton said.

"Continue." the judge said.

"Yes, your honour." John said. "My last question."

"What?" Raxil said.

She was sweating.

"What's a milking-room?" John asked her.

"Crichton is doing wonderful." Harvey said to Chiana.

He sat in a wooden chair, wearing sunglasses and a blue vest.

In his hands he held a magazine, entitled: "Nebari Nudes", and with a large photo of a naked Chiana on the front (with her back to the camera).

"Yeah, he's enjoying himself." Chiana said.

As she saw the magazine she grabbed it out of his hands.

"Frell you." Chiana said.

"I frell you too, darling." Harvey said.

Chiana freaked out.

"I have no idea how Crichton was able to live with you for so long without going absolutely crazy."

"Crichton IS crazy." Harvey said. "There's no doubt about that."

"I can't wait for you to leave." Chiana said.

"Perhaps I won't." Harvey said .

"Oh, you will." Chiana replied.

"Why should I want to leave?" Harvey said. "Your mind is a beautiful place.
Full of sex, drugs and rock and roll, baby!"

He looked into the air and stretched his arms out as if he was flying.

Sunlight of an invisible sun reflected in his sunglasses.

"Full of so many complex emotions..." Harvey went on as he looked at Chiana.

"Sadness, joy, abandonment, sex and death...so many death..."

"I don't like it when people frell with my mind!" Chiana said as she threw the magazine in Harvey's face.

"Yes, I know that." Harvey said.

"Your species have a strange obsession towards mind-control and mind-cleansing...I can understand why you dislike my presence here..."

"Dislike?" Chiana said. "I hate it!"

"That's a bit harsh, don't you think?" Harvey said as he opened the magazine again and started skimming through.

Chiana approached him, and gently pushed the magazine down, so that Chiana looked straight in Harvey's eyes.

"You like watching my body, don't you?" Chiana said.

"Then I have a proposition to make..."

"A proposition?" Harvey asked.

"Yes." Chiana said as moved closer and closer to Harvey.

Harvey smelled Chiana's scent as she got closer, it smelled like lavender.

Harvey didn't know what lavender was. It was something out of Crichton's memories.

A flower.

Yes, that too. But it was also something else.

Another memory. A memory of a girl. In the back of a mini-van.

That girl smelled exactly like Chiana.

Like lavender.

"If you promise to leave my mind when the time comes," Chiana spoke. "-then I'll give you..."

Chiana smiled.

"A lap-dance." she said.

Harvey couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"A lap-dance?" Harvey asked.

Harvey had an exciting and curious, but also a slightly afraid look in his eyes.

Like a child.

"A lap-dance." Chiana said enticing.

"Agreed." Harvey said, almost immediately, and he threw the magazine away.

"I think we can all agree that that went pretty well." John said as he walked into their cell again.

They returned there because of a recess. The trial would continue in an hour or so.

"No, it did not." D'Argo said. "We're still in this frelling cell."

"Well, we won the battle, but we haven't won the war yet." John replied.

"What?" D'Argo asked.

"Never mind." John replied. "Look, I'll just talk to the constable and prepare things for later. I'll be right back."

"John wait!" Chiana said.

She grabbed him before he left the cell.

They started talking as they both stood in the doorway.

"What?" Crichton said. "Are you going to beg again?"

"Oh, forget it." Chiana said as she let him go. "I'm not going to talk to you if you're like this."

"Fine." John said as he left. "I don't care."

Chiana slammed the door shut.

As she looked over her shoulder, she saw Jool staring at her.

"What?" Chiana asked.

"Nothing." Jool said.

"Whatever." Chiana said as she walked away to her own corner of the cell.

"I'm back to being ignored." Jool thought to herself "Back to being just one of Crichton's companions. Not an individual. Not respected. I'm just here because they're stuck with me."

Jool looked around the chamber.

D'Argo sat silently in the corner opposite of Chiana, crunching his knuckles.

Chiana mumbled something as she laid on her back on the pink and fluffy floor.

She was carving something in the wall, using a small knife (which she kept hidden from the guards).

Jool sighed.

"Right." Crichton said as he walked back into the cell. "Everything is set. We will be back on Moya in no time."

Jool looked at the human as she sat curled up on the floor.

Although she had eaten the meal the cooks had prepared for her (with great reluctance) she still felt a little woozy and weak.

"So..." D'Argo said. "Are you going to tell us about what you did, or do we have to guess?"

Jool noticed by the way of D'Argo's body-language that what he did not say, was more important then what he did say.

"What?" John said. "Don't you trust me?"

"I just DO NOT like surprises." D'Argo said.

"Don't worry about it." John said. "I've got it all taken care of."

"Yeah, right..." Chiana said.

"I did!" John replied. "I talked to constable Sta'Kor and he assures me that nothing can go wrong."

"Nothing?" D'Argo asked.

"Nothing." John said.

Jool could tell by their faces that neither D'Argo or Chiana were convinced.

And John saw that too.

"You know what?" he said. "Frell you guys."

He opened the door again and left.

The silence which followed was breathtaking.

"They're being way too hard on him." Jool thought to herself.

"Crichton's only trying to do the right thing. At least, what he believes is right.
He only tries to help them; it's not his fault that some things go wrong.
But I also understand why the others resent Crichton so much at this point.
Crichton, perhaps not consciously, thinks he's the centre of the universe. I wouldn't blame him for it, he's been hunted down for the past two years by all things imaginable!
But now that he's not hunted anymore, D'Argo and Chiana believed that everything would calm down. But it didn't. The entire matter of the two John's only made matters worse.
And now the crew of Moya has been split in half, and John focuses on his wormholes to forget about the fact that the other John took Aeryn with him to Talyn."

Jool sighed.

"They miss the others, and are fed up with each other. Even Pilot needed some time away from the crew. Which lead them here, to Lo'Mo.
And even here they won't stop fighting and arguing. Why? I guess Zhaan's death hit them all hard. Perhaps subconsciously they're still looking for someone to blame for her death.
And then there's also the fact that Chiana slept with D'Argo's son...I mean...who does a thing like that?"

Jool looked at the two former love-birds, avoiding eye-contact as they sat in opposite corners.

"Oh, my." Jool thought to herself. "Look at me. I'm doing it again!"

She pulled herself off of the floor.

"I'm staring at the wall again, thinking too much. I have to stop doing that."

Depressive thoughts started forming in her head again.

"What am I doing here? A woman of my intellect, who is about to be executed!"

She started crying, but turned her head away, so that neither D'Argo or Chiana could see it.

Court continued.

D'Argo, Chiana and Jool were escorted for the second time to the courtroom.

Crichton was already there, and he stood there, waiting for them.

"Court is in session!" the judge hollered as the final people entered through the doors and sat down on their seats.

Jool stood next to Crichton.

The human stood firm and confident at her side.

She suddenly began to envy Aeryn...

"...yes, your honour." Crichton said. "I would like to call my next witness: mister Kabaah."

Four guards carried the green creature on a large plate across the room.

The older generations in the audience found the creature appalling; the younger generations found it interesting.

"Was this your surprise?" D'Argo said to Crichton. "The Hanji?"

"Yup." Crichton said. "This guy is going to save our lives."

But before Kabaah made it to the witness stand, a strange woman stood up from the audience and fired a pulse-blast upon the creature.

The people who were the closest to the creature and saw it get shot, screamed out of terror.

The creature's yellow blood oozed all over their faces.

Kabaah was dead.

"No!" Chiana shouted.

"She did not just do that!" Crichton hollered. "Tell me she did not just do that!"