Xander sat back against the wall of his cell and thought of his situation and slowly formulated the objectives of a plan.

/One, Escape or get released from cell.\\

This was the current objective and most likely one of the hardest, putting it to the back of his mind he moved on to the other objectives.

/Find information on where and or when I am.\\

This also held many challenges as he couldn't just walk up to some stranger and ask where and when he was in the Space/Time continuum. /And that's not even counting the dimensional Multi-verse theories.\\

"But that requires I get out of this cell." He muttered before continuing.

/Find someone that can get me back to MY Space/Time and then Coerce/blackmail/barter or in some way make an agreement that would return him to his own Space/Time.\\

"And doing that is dependant on me finding where and when I am which is dependant on me getting out of this cell." He growled as he banged his head against the wall several time before letting out a sigh.

"So what is the first objective, Get out of the cell." Groaning to himself, Xander rubbed the back of his head and sighed. "It's going to take a miracle to get me out of here."

"Then I guess I'm a miracle."

Looking up Xander saw the Pale white form standing on the other side of his cell door.

Standing up he walked to the door and carefully looked up and down the hallway before glancing back at Chiana, "You know, somehow I doubt this early parole is due to good behavior." Xander said in a mock stage whisper before knocking on his cell door. "Are you going to get me out of here?"

Smiling at the Human Chiana stepped back a bit. "Give me a reason to first."

Thinking about it a second Xander put his most feral smile on, "Because me and Salis have an unfinished 'Conversation' on the ethical treatment of prisoners?"

Smiling at the memory of the last one the two had, Chiana shrugged. "Well, who am I to stand in the way of a debate." She said before starting on his door. "I just hope you keep his responses to a minimum."

They had split up as soon as Xander's door was open, Chiana left to find somewhere to hide until she could escape while Xander had searched through the nearby storage rooms for any weapons he might find. Settling on a short piece of pipe, Xander slid into one of the ducts.

Xander watched as his prey moved closer, calmly walking down the hallway without a care in the world. He knew he had one chance to take Salis out before he could call for help. Gripping the pipe tight Xander prepared to move.

"Salis I must speak with you."

Xander shifted back into the air ducts as the blue skinned woman walked toward Salis. /Zhaan, her name is Zhaan.\\ Xander reminded himself as he remembers the communication she had responded to.

"How may I be of service?" Salis said with a nod to Zhaan.

"Please, let us take Chiana, we will take full responsibility for her actions." Zhaan pleaded as Salis just continued to smile.

"Her crimes have already been committed, she will be recaptured and returned to her people, after she is cleansed she will thank us for returning her and she will once more be a respected member of society." Salis explained before turning away and walking down the hall again.

Xander watched in shock as Zhaan stepped up behind him and grasped the sides of his head before her eyes rolled up into their sockets.

Several seconds later Salis dropped to the ground. Xander stared at the corpse in shock as Zhaan leaned over and traced along Salis' head slowly before straightening up and walking away.

After she disappeared Xander slowly drew in a breath he hadn't known he had been holding, then he carefully slid out of the air ducts and walked over to the pale being.

Wherever Zhaan had traced a deep gash had sunk into the skull, almost as if he had been killed by a blow to the head.

Xander's gruesome inspection is cut short by a shout. "Crichton, there's movement on your tier. There's movement on your tier!"

Ignoring the stupidity of shouting while searching for someone, Xander dove into the air ducts and scrambled away from the sound of running feet.