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This is John Crichton, denying that this may be the last message I ever write.

As the Command Carrier was doing its Titanic impression, I rescued a life pod that was in trouble. Its occupants, who weren't profoundly grateful to me since I was the guy who'd caused this problem in the first place, left ASAP.

All except one: an Old Woman with a third eye. You'd think that'd be enough to put me on my guard (especially after I started having some David Lynch-style whacked-out visions). Instead, showing true genius-level thinking, it wasn't 'til I caught her blowing funky herbs in my face that I began to get suspicious.

But we were busy, transporting Talyn's remains to the Sacred Leviathan Burial Space. When we got there, another Leviathan went psycho and rammed us. Hard. Turned out her kids had been enslaved by the Peacekeepers, so she was determined to keep Talyn's half-PK remains out of the sacred spot. Injured and hurting, Moya struggled to decide how to respond.

Meanwhile, thanks to the old lady and her funky dust, I was on my own private Magical Mystery Tour. One minute I'd be helping sort out the chaos on Moya, the next I'd be tripping out, watching Aeryn throw the bouquet at our imaginary wedding.

But it felt so real....

And so wrong. I'd hear Aeryn complain how bored she was with me on Earth, see Chiana kiss my Dad ("Paging Dr. Freud!"), or stand by helplessly as PK stormtroopers shot up my wedding reception. My hallucinatory Scorpius summed it up perfectly: What did I expect?

In the real world, Pilot discovered that the grief-crazed Leviathan had starved her own Pilot of nutrients, killing him. She'd also killed other innocent ships, and would stop at nothing to add us to the list.

I wasn't good for much. Aeryn and D'Argo were siding with Rygel, asking whether it was worth our lives to bury Talyn in a particular spot. So when Moya asked us to kill the rogue, all credit goes to Chiana for sticking by our mother ship and making us do the right thing: She insisted we bury Talyn as Moya wanted, and even came up with the way to do it.

As Moya entered the burial space and jettisoned Talyn's remains, Aeryn fired on the pursuing rogue, distracting it. Meanwhile, I held D'Argo's ship steady while he revved up one of its untested weapons.

I'm unclear on exactly how everything went down, because half the time I seemed to be on Earth, learning how armed Luxans catch fish. (Don't ask.) What matters is that D'Argo destroyed the rogue and I didn't fly us into the broad side of a budong.

And, with that, we were done. No insane military commanders on our tail, no obligations to fulfill.

D'Argo was leaving to take revenge on his wife's killer. Chiana planned to find her brother and join the Nebari rebellion, Rygel plotted to recapture his throne. Jool wanted to return home, and Aeryn set her sights on joining some ex-PK Robin Hoods with really big guns.

And then there was me. Sure, I have a better grasp of wormholes now. Maybe I could even find the way home. But home's no good without Aeryn. I want both. You know how you get three wishes in the fairy tales? Turns out life isn't like that. You just get one. If you're lucky.

My hallucinations, of course, were the old woman's zany way of doing me a favor. I have to admit, disturbing as they were, they helped me clarify my priorities. If I only get one wish, then I choose Aeryn. So I told her how I felt.

She left anyway.

So did Rygel, Big D and Pip.

I saw them off in my Module, then stayed out, avoiding the empty, echoing passageways aboard Moya. That's when Harvey popped out of my subconscious to help me realize something big — something the old woman had been hiding under the rug of my subconscious —

And right on cue, a wormhole opened up and swallowed Moya whole.

Leaving me lost. Alone. Adrift in deep space. Low on oxygen. And almost outta fuel.

So, yeah, okay, maybe this will be the last message I ever write....