The first day in space was routine; everyone did what their roles asked, and whatever order Danny gave, they followed. The astronauts who were nauseous at the beginning of the day soon returned to their positions.

When the digital clock announced that it was time for rest, Danny put the ship into auto-pilot and everyone retreated to their cabins for the night. When morning would arrive, music beamed from Earth would wake them up to start a new day.

Nicholas found that the night was rather peaceful and restful. After a long day of watching Danny manoeuvre the shuttle and listening to the few instructions he gave, the red-haired astronaut was glad to call it a day. Not only was it uncomfortable sitting next to a man that had mixed or confused feelings about him, but Danny seemed to be just as uncomfortable about it as Nicholas was.

Nicholas was the first up when the music rang in his ears. He was the first to eat the food they had and the first on the main deck. Slowly afterwards, the rest of the crew arouse and got back to work.

Surprisingly, Danny was the very last to get up.

Lancer walked over to Nicholas as the man was busy waiting for certain data files to print from the computer. The brown-haired astronaut leaned against the system. "You notice anything strange about the Cap'n this morning, Nick?" he asked softly.

Nicholas gathered all the papers together. "Strange as in what?" he wondered.

"Strange as in disturbed."

These words caused Nicholas to look up at him. Lancer nodded his head in the direction of their captain, who was presently sitting in the pilot's seat writing something down in a journal.

"He looks tired," Lancer whispered. "Like, really tired. He's got something on his mind, dude; something that's seriously bothering him."

Nicholas looked at him worriedly.

"Arthur and Jacob noticed it too," Lancer continued. "Art said that he heard thumping in the Captain's cabin last night, and this is over the music that was playing in his ears. And when he finally got out of bed, Jake said that he looked as though he hadn't had a night's rest. And get this…" Lancer leaned towards Nicholas. "Apparently, he was shivering as if he was standing outside in a blizzard in nothing but his bare skin. When he brushed by Mel, she said his skin felt like ice."

Nicholas bit his lip nervously and looked at Danny again. Danny continued to write information down in the journal, stopping just briefly to shake a shiver out of his body.

"I'm just the map guy here, but it looks like he's really worried about something," Lancer said with a hint of concern in his voice. "Maybe you should talk to him."

"Me?" Nicholas whispered in surprise. "What makes you think I'll make it better?"

"Because you're the one who sits next to him and the only one who probably knows what's goin' on."

"Lancer, he won't talk to me if it's not about the mission, trust me; I'm still on his bad side."

"Dude, I don't know what you did to get on his bad side, but whatever it was, it can't be all that bad."

Nicholas scoffed and looked back at his data files. "Says you," he muttered.

"Look, Nick; the point is that something's on his mind, and it's beginning to worry not only me, but the rest of the crew," Lancer said sternly. "And he won't talk to anyone else about this. If he does, it will be his co-pilot. You've got to try something."

Nicholas sighed and rolled his eyes tiredly. "Fine, I'll try," he said. "But he probably won't talk to me."

He turned and headed back to his seat at the front of the cockpit.

Danny did not look up when he sat down. He continued to write a few words in his journal before speaking. "I've had a change of mind," he announced softly. "I'm gonna let you take the controls today instead of tomorrow."

Nicholas looked at him in surprise. "You want me to fly the shuttle now?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I've… got things to think through. You know how to control it; if you have any problems, just let me know."

Nicholas set his papers down and grabbed his steering rod. But before he turned the auto-pilot off, he looked at his commander and took a deep breath. "Sir, is something on your mind?" he asked quietly.

Danny did not reply, but only kept writing things down.

"Dr. Fenton, Sir?"

Again, he received no reply.

Nicholas nervously looked away before deciding to attempt once more at making the man speak. "Captain, I was just—!"

"If I'm not answering your question, Dr. Stevenson, it means you won't get an answer," Danny finally announced dryly without raising his head. "If something is on my mind, it's none of your concerns."

"I don't mean to be rude, Sir, but it's not only me who's noticed it," Nicholas announced. When Danny finally stopped writing and looked up at him, Nicholas continued. "Lancer, Arthur, Jacob, Melissa; they've all noticed that something's up. You're worried about something, and it's making the crew restless."

Danny blinked before looking over his shoulder and staring at the room around him.

"I know it's got something to do with you-know-what, Sir," Nicholas said in a whisper, causing Danny to turn his head quickly in his direction. "You sense something, don't you—!"

"Shut up!" Danny snapped quietly through his teeth, leaned towards the man. He glared furiously at his co-pilot. "You have no right to speak of that, especially on this ship!"

Nicholas leaned back in fright, although Danny only leaned closer. Danny's eyes turned green and glowed with anger. "If I hear you mention anything about that on this mission again, I'll demote you," he warned. "You're treading on forbidden grounds, Doctor, grounds I warned you never to trespass on again. What goes on in my head, what I sense, and what I know, is none of your concern. Don't try to be helpful, because it's not working." Danny narrowed his eyes. "Do I make myself clear?"

Nicholas swallowed hard and nodded his head. "Crystal, Sir," he replied.

Danny's eyes returned to normal as he leaned away and then stood up. "I'm going to do rounds," he announced, closing his journal. "Fly the ship, but don't steer away from our course."

"Y-yessir."

Danny stepped around his seat and walked off. Nicholas looked over his shoulder and watched the man leave until the back door closed behind him. Then he sighed and leaned his head back.

Lancer walked up to him. "So?" he asked. "What did you get?"

Nicholas opened his eyes and glared at him. "Oh, shut up," he muttered.