Chapter VII - Next Christmas
With the Cat gone Rimmer spun around and saw Kryten holding a rake and clocked in large black robe.
"Kryten?" wondered Rimmer.
"No, it is I, the Ghost of Christmas future." he replied.
"Kryten, I know it's you."
"Acting mode engaged." he said before shifting a little. "I have come to show you what awaits you if you carry on down this path."
"Kryten, I'm just the embodiment of the real me who's dead, I'm not the real thing."
Kryten raised his rake and fog filled the room, until it was unclear where they were, soon enough as the fog cleared Rimmer saw where he was.
It was the perfect replica of red dwarf, but the paint had worn fin, and much of the ship was left in a pore state of disrepair.
"Kryten where are we?" asked Rimmer.
But Kryten was no longer there, leaving Rimmer alone on broad the future Red Dwarf.
Looking around Rimmer began to wonder the around the ship, passing though more and more dilapidated area's of the ship.
Soon enough he came upon Kryten as he stood in the hall with out his cloak and rake.
"Kryten what is going on, what's happened to Red Dwarf."
But as Rimmer reached out Kryten fell down and broke in to pieces before a hand came out a touch him on the shot around and came face to face with what he thought was Kryten in the robe and with the rake.
"Kryten what's going on."
"He's dead, ran out of power long ago." he replied.
"What?"
"After, Mr Lister and the Cat grew old and passed away, there was little need of him. Wile he kept the ship clean, there was little he could do to stop his parts from wearing down."
"So Lister's dead, the Cat's dead and." he paused to look at him "Your dead. So where am I."
"This way, sir." he replied.
As they moved though the ship they past much the decaying ruins that made up Red Dwarf and soon enough they arrived at the captains quarters.
"What's in there?" asked Rimmer.
"What you wanted to see, sir" he said leaving.
Rimmer was over taken by what all manner of things was inside, opening the door he came in to find a aged Rimmer sat in chair looking at a Christmas tree, all alone.
"So what I'm going to end up all alone in deep space on a derelict ship, god knows how many years in to deep space."
The renationalisation washed over Rimmer as she closed the door and was met with the wall of the quarters, sitting down in the bed he looked around at the empty room and to the heaters, his only company.