John sat silently in his module, floating through outer space as he pondered about the past.
"What do you want?"
"You."
He sat in his module, because he needed time alone.
He couldn't face Moya just yet, knowing that that living ship was the place where he first met Aeryn. Where he fell in love with Aeryn. Where he lost Aeryn.
"You died. I watched that happen. I want to go."
Too much memories awaited him on Moya.
"You leave. You come back. I can't handle the in-between!"
Too much pain.
They kissed.
Was it their last kiss?
"What does that taste like?"
It tasted so sweet.
"Yesterday."
John couldn't believe she actually said that.
He stared in front of him.
All the stars seemed dim and vague.
All but one.
Aeryn's star. John's guide. John's constant.
"Do you love John Crichton?"
"Not me. Not him."
He kept staring at it.
"Yes."
He saw Aeryn leaving in her Prowler in the corner of his eyes, but he couldn't look at her.
The pain was still too fresh.
"You believe in fate, don't you?"
Fate.
"Yes."
How he hated that word.
It was fate which decided that he should've stayed on Moya, while the other John left with Aeryn on Talyn.
It was fate which decided that the other John should die.
It was fate that brought him to this point. This turning-point in his extraordinary life.
"If fate meant for us to be together, then we shall meet again."
John wanted to cry, but he couldn't.
"You want fate?"
He felt paralysed. He felt dead.
"What's that?"
"Coin-toss."
It seemed forever that he sat in his module.
Aeryn's last words kept on spinning through his mind.
"We're in the hands of fate now."
Still John couldn't look at Aeryn.
She was long gone, but still John clung on to her memory.
He couldn't look to his left. He was too afraid to look left.
Because then he would see that Aeryn was gone.
As soon as that thought filled his mind, the memory faded away.
John fought desperately to keep the image of Aeryn in the corner of his eyes, but as he realised that it would be pointless, he let go, and the memory faded away.
John finally looked to his left.
She was gone.