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I have no recollection of the events I am about to describe. Pa'u Zotoh Zhaan has informed me that recently, Moya traveled into a mist that positioned us outside of what we would consider linear time.

The events were reversed, and I, as well as the rest of the crew, retain no memories of the incidents we allegedly experienced, though Zhaan and the Banik, Stark, assure me that the events did occur, though oddly they are the only ones who remember.

It began the day Stark — the man with whom Crichton was imprisoned with on the Peacekeeper Gammak Base — returned unexpectedly to Moya to return the Transport Pod she had loaned him. It was pleasing to see another friendly face, even if in Stark's case it was only half a face, the other half concealed by the mask he wears. We have far too few allies in the galaxy, it seems. Stark's friendship was certainly quite welcome.

We were deep in the Uncharted Territories, continuing our search for safe havens in which to hide from Scorpius and our other unfriendly pursuers. Moya came across a kind of stellar mist in space, and at first it seemed like a serendipitous discovery; inside the mist we could be reasonably certain we wouldn't be tracked.

Officer Sun decided to scout out the area before Moya entered, and she departed the ship in a Transport Pod to analyze and report. Patiently, we waited.

One solar day later, when Aeryn had neither returned nor contacted us, the crew and I grew concerned. We entered the mist in hope of locating Officer Sun. Shortly after entering, Moya identified a kind of opening, and from it, thankfully, Aeryn's Transport Pod emerged.

We should know by now that fortune does not treat us so kindly. When Aeryn reboarded Moya, she was changed — greatly changed. One solar day prior she had left us as a healthy, vital young woman. Now she was withered, wrinkled and greyed. She informed us that she had indeed aged; she had lived 165 cycles during the solar day that passed aboard Moya. How this was possible, I do not know. But I trust Officer Sun implicitly, and when she claimed she had lived on a planet for 165 cycles, married, and become a grandmother, I believed her without reservation.

Her granddaughter was waiting for her, she said. She needed to go back. Through the opening there was, she explained, an alternate dimension in which there was a planet with a community she had joined. The opening would be closing soon, and she wanted to see us one last time and warn us to escape the mist before we were trapped for another 165 cycles. The mist was hardening all around us, she said, and Moya would be trapped forever if we did not leave.

Commander Crichton insisted on joining Aeryn through the opening, promising to return and confirm her account. But the opening closed behind Crichton, trapping him on the other side.

We learned that after every eight arns passed in the mist, the gateway to the alternate dimension would open. Having lost both Crichton and Aeryn to this place, we found ourselves with little choice but to follow them, but the mist was thickening around Moya, making her chances for escape slimmer with every microt.

We would wait for the gateway to open again, hoping that when it did Aeryn and Crichton would return to us, safe and alive — even if not necessarily young....