Carter leaned against his bunk post and surveyed the empty space where the table and Olsen's bunk had once been. It was strange, but after so long in cramped quarters all the space made him feel uncomfortable.

"I guess we don't need to use the rec hall to jitterbug anymore," he joked.

"Well that makes it all right then, doesn't it?" Newkirk said sourly as he sat on the edge of his bunk, shuffling some cards. "But we don't have anywhere to eat or play cards."

"Not to mention I'm sleeping on the floor!" Olsen cried as he kicked his mattress. "Never thought I'd miss my bunk."

"My back may never recover," Fuller added. To emphasize his point, the Englishman bounced on his heels and stretched backwards.

"How long do you think before we get a replacement, Kinch?" Olsen asked.

Kinch shrugged. "The colonel's going to ask for supplies. Sergeant Cutter in Barracks Six should be able to whip up something in a few days."

"In the meantime," Newkirk drawled dryly, "maybe you can just dream about that comfy bed you have in your flat in town."

"Yeah, well," Olsen started somewhat sheepishly, "it's not like I can get to that nice comfy bed right now. No one to replace me. And even if there was, there's no way I can get out of camp while Weiss is here."

"My heart bleeds for you," LeBeau said, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, fine," Olsen said, throwing his hands up, "I'll just suffer in silence!"

"Promise?" Kinch smirked.

Olsen let out a defeated sigh and dropped down onto his mattress, crossing his arms across his chest like a petulant child.

Carter found himself sighing as well. "I'll trade off with you tonight, Olsen," he offered.

Olsen grinned. "You're a good guy, Carter. I knew I could count on you!" There was something in his tone that made Carter think that he had just been had. And he had the sinking feeling that somehow he'd end up sleeping on the floor until a new bunk could be built.

"Anyone want to take pity on me?" Fuller asked hopefully.

"Fat chance. We can't all be as nice as Carter," Newkirk said with a bark of laughter.

"Or as pitiful as Olsen," Kinch added.

"I should take offense at that," Olsen said, "but since it bought me a night off the floor, I'll let it slide." Olsen shrugged and smirked, as if he were mugging for a non-existent camera.

Fuller snorted and mimicked Olsen's earlier action by plopping down on his mattress, arms crossed.

"Oh, all right. I will trade with you, Fuller," LeBeau finally said with a huff.

Carter grinned. As ornery as LeBeau seemed sometimes, he really did have a heart of gold. Maybe the others would hop on the bandwagon and Carter wouldn't have to spend the next few days on the floor after all.

"Well I'm glad we've got that all sorted out," Newkirk said as he hopped off his bunk. "Now the real question is what are we going to do about our new monster guard?"

"That is the sixty-four-dollar question," Kinch said seriously. "The colonel is talking to Klink about it right now."

"And of course we know we can count on our fearless Kommandant," LeBeau said sarcastically.

"But can we really do anything but wait?" Carter asked. "I mean he's been onto us from square one. I say we just wait until he's transferred out of camp and take care of him on his way out."

"Oh who asked you?" LeBeau scowled.

"Well I-"

Carter was interrupted by the colonel who burst through the door. All eyes fell on him, and Carter felt his heart sink into his stomach. Colonel Hogan looked panicked. Colonel Hogan never looked panicked! Just what had happened in Klink's office?

Kinch rose to his feet. "Colonel?" He said tentatively, looking ready to spring into action the moment Colonel Hogan asked.

"What happened?" LeBeau asked.

"It's Weiss. He's convinced Klink to segregate us," Hogan explained.

"Segregate us?" Carter repeated. What did that mean? Sure, he knew what it meant in a general sense, but what were the details- how would it be applied to them?

"What does that mean?" Fuller asked, saving Carter from having to ask the question himself.

"It means we're all going to be split up- the whole camp by nationality and race," Hogan explained.

Carter heard Kinch swear under his breath and frowned. After finding some equality and even authority in camp, this must have felt like a sledgehammer of disappointment.

"When?" LeBeau asked.

Hogan shook his head. "I don't know. As soon as-" The shrill blowing of a whistle from outside cut him off. "Apparently right now," Hogan growled.

Sure enough, the door opened and Corporal Weiss stepped in. Carter frowned. Where was Schultz? But then he decided that Weiss would want to oversee the changes in their barracks- in Colonel Hogan's barracks- personally.

"All the prisoners have two minutes to gather their possessions," Weiss barked. "You will not be allowed to return for whatever you forget."

Hogan opened his mouth as if to argue, but quickly shut it, balling a fist. Carter tilted his head slightly at the gesture. That wasn't like the colonel. But maybe he figured it wasn't worth fighting over. Whatever they left behind would get to them eventually. It wasn't as if they wouldn't be allowed to talk to each other again.

"One minute, fifty seconds," Weiss growled.

The men grumbled, but quickly began gathering their belongings in whatever bags or boxes they could find. Weiss stepped further into the barracks, overseeing the whole thing. Carter packed his belongings into an old Red Cross box and made sure he grabbed his Rita Hayworth poster, tucking it securely under his arm.

"Twenty seconds," Weiss announced. Carter quickly scanned his bunk. Then, satisfied that he had everything, he stood in front of his bunk, waiting for the others to finish.

"You got everything, Newkirk?" Carter asked, looking over his shoulder up at his bunk mate. His soon to be former bunk mate. Carter suddenly realized there would be someone else sleeping in the bunk above him that night. He'd just gotten use to Newkirk's snoring. Now he'd have to start all over again.

Of course there was more to it than that, but Carter wasn't sure he was ready to process exactly what this change meant yet. Instead, he consoled himself with the thought that as soon as Weiss left, everything would go back to normal.

Suddenly and without warning, Corporal Weiss shoved Goldman right into Carter. Both fell back into Carter's bunk, their belongings flying out of their boxes.

"Hey!" Hogan shouted. "You're crossing a line, Weiss!"

"And what will you do about it, Colonel Hogan?" Weiss sneered. Then he turned his attention back to Goldman and grabbed the back of his shirt. Before he could think too much about it, Carter grabbed Weiss' wrist and tried to yank it away. Of course Weiss had a grip of steel so he only managed to shift Goldman's shirt a little.

"Let go," Carter ordered, still gripping Weiss' wrist.

Weiss eyed Carter and looked him up and down. "Carter, Andrew J."

Carter's skin crawled at the idea that Weiss knew him by name, but he steeled himself and met Weiss' gaze with a hard look of his own. He knew most of the guys thought he was a dope, but he knew a bully when he saw one and he wasn't about to back down now.

"Sergeant Schultz said you were an Indian. A Sioux."

Carter grimaced. For a guy who didn't know anything, Schultz sure talked a lot. But he wasn't sure where Weiss was going with this.

"That's enough," Hogan said darkly, grabbing Weiss' shoulder and pulling him back as best he could.

Weiss let go of Goldman, straightened and brushed Hogan aside. Hogan stumbled slightly but quickly regained his composure. Carter and Goldman tried to sweep what they could back into their boxes and stood, each fixing Weiss with contemptuous glares.

"You okay, Goldman?" Carter asked from the side of his mouth.

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah."

"Everybody raus," Weiss snapped. Carter stood his ground until Goldman got past Weiss.

"Come on, Carter," Hogan said. Carter nodded and walked to the door. Hogan, with eyes still on Weiss, grabbed Carter's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze before gently pushing him towards to the door.

"Traitor," Weiss spat.

Carter wasn't sure who that was directed towards, but ignored it as he stepped into the compound.