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Medical Duty Log Dr. McCellan, CMO 10/21/55 I am happy to say that Mr. Vank, the security officer is doing much better after a few correctional surgery I performed a few days ago, given time and rest he should be back to himself in a couple of days, all other patients have been dismissed upon recovery. The chef also makes great toast. I have two newer patients at moment, both of them engineers. According to one of them, Mr. Connor, that Mr. Montague irradiated a component or vice-versa, the radiation got to the both of them. According to them, the radiation is under control but both have suffered light radiation sickness. Both have received treatment. I also report that Mr. Connor's prior injury to his internal organs and spin is healing despite the fact that he was just irradiated. He is lucky, very lucky. I just hope to see him lucky and alive. Same with Mr. Montague, one breakfast with him didn't quite tell me that he was the type that wanted to be reckless but his medical records show otherwise. Ah, with official medical business out of the way, I need to speak to the other department heads, I have no idea where the ship is going and what is going on. The sacrifice of staying in a cramped sickbay.

CMO Personal Log Date: 10/06/55 Feelings. The unpredictable patterns of the mind, we all have it, we all love it and we all hate it. Some of us ignore it. Some of us embrace it. Feelings. From a laugh to a tear, from a kiss to a fist, we all have seen it. We all have experienced it. Some cherish the memories. Some place it deeply in their mind, locked away, forgotten. Until one day they rise up and take over. A marvel, the brain is. Jasmine told herself. A valued possession, the brain is. Jasmine told her memory of her sister. Don’t lose your mind, because you might not get it back. “Don’t lose your mind, because you might not get it back.” The doctor mumbled to herself. Mr. Matt Vank resting. Grey brought the stretcher over. The two of them placed the broken man into it. They set foot for sickbay. Feeling of loss is inevitable, we all know that; People leave, die, and disappear. No one would have the same exact life style as you. No one would have the same exact life style as you. She told her self. She felt guilty for not being able to help treat every one that steps into her sickbay, not able to cure a debilitating disease for a friend, not able to be that person whom every one looks upon. She glanced at Grey. His expression was unreadable, but he looked as if he had plenty of thoughts in his mind. He was thinking about his twin, whom she failed to save. Am I a bad Doctor? She felt guilty, depressed and useless for a moment. Her anger heightened like it never had before but even that wasn’t enough to even overpower her depression, it fell back into its useless den of memories. She was never an angry person, never in life had she needed to be angry. If I can cast away Anger, why not all my feelings? Her memories plagued her yet again. They were happy memories, those of her childhood, birthdays and music concerts. Instead of enlightening her mood, they pained her even more. Feelings. From fear to determination, all it took to differentiate them is to be confident. One can never expound their fear. Her fear was darkness. Where there is no light, you’ve no idea where you are going. She mumbled agreement. You don’t see the obstacles. Mmm-hmm You can’t get over them. You will utterly fail. Yes … She agreed, but didn’t know how to rid herself of this darkness, her soon realized that her feelings blinded her. Feelings. Oh how I want to cast you all away. Feelings. Oh how I want to embrace you all till death. Feelings …

Sept. 16, 2155 Personal log CMO Jasmine And (ghostly) Willow Doctor McCellan perched on a biobed, clean, and relatively soft. Like a sparrow, she observed her nest, sickbay. No one was around. Her breath was the only sound in the room. Taking a light breath, she took a memory stroll. It wasn't long before that her sickbay were filled with injured and dying patients, all who were treated and sent back to their own home, and their own sickbay. Her mind focused on Dr. Shaun Quinn. He suffered alot of burns to his face and body, he was breathing with aid from a pressure diffusion device. "Challenger! The Death Ship! NO! I Will Not Be Taken!" He had said. To Jasmine, this was very insulting and damaging to her feelings, she just now had felt them. It hurt. It hurt. It will continue to hurt. Merely words, sound waves made from moving cartilage. But it hurt. Her ship, her colleagues equate to "Death Ship"? It cannot be, It will not be ... Never. Her mind flashed. Bio engineering? Weapons? Dying Caitian? No. She lost image in her mind, sickbay was in front of her, clean, no scent of death. "I will focus on the good days ..." She mumbled, cramming every single detail about Dr. Willow McDaniel in her mind. Willow clamped a hand on Jas' shoulder. "You looked kind of worried. Don't worry, you'll do fine bein' in charge." She gave Jas a sad little smile. She looked up and could not believe it. "Willow!" Walking back to where her bag was sitting, Willow continued. "You'll be in charge after I leave. Don't let them give yah too much trouble about it, you deserve the promotion. There's no need for them to replace me with someone new." She tossed another strange looking something into the bag. "I'm sorry I'm leavin' you in such a hurry. I just... I need to be there for Mom." Jasmine's surprised smile disappeared. "But, I'm not ready yet, maybe they should assign another CMO ..." "Don't say that, girl. Those kinds of thoughts will have you runnin' from the ship like I am. I'm not cut out for this space stuff, but you are." Willow waved a finger at her. "You've got the stomach for it, and I know it. You take care a business like no one else." She reached out and smoothed Jas' hair down. "I know that whatever happens they'll be able to count on you." "Willow... oh ..." A tear fell from her eye. With all there it was to be said, said and done with. There was no debate, Willow had obligations that she could not ignore. "I understand, I won't let you down, sir." She found her self embracing Willow. And Willow hugged her back. Her dad had died unexpectedly, her mom had asked her to come home, and she wanted to go... but here was a little girl she was putting in charge of something that had always felt a little out of control taking care of -- Challenger's sickbay. But she had meant what she had said. "Good girl, Jas. Good girl. You can do this..." Jas looked up, somehow she felt very close to her chief ... no ... her friend. The one that had took care of her from the beginning. She nodded, but it begun to occur, Willow's figure faded from her arms, the solid shape melted into the surrounding. She became air, still Jasmine held the space tightly. "Good girl, Jas. Good Girl. You can do this ..." Dr. McDaniel faded completely, the voice fading but fought to be heard. "You can do this ... You can do this ... You can do this ... You can do this!" "I can do this ..." Jas mouthed the words, her sight cleared. Sickbay. "I can do this ..." Her voice was only a ripple in the still air. Her tears flowed down her cheeks, a sickbay pillow in her arms. Memories, it was some time ago but she remembered it vividly. She brushed away the burning tears and sighed, maybe Willow was right ... "I can do this ..."

August 27, 2155 Medical Report entry CC: Captain Moore, Cmdr. Cole Subject: Development in memory holes Upon further review of Sergio's brain functions, blood tests and scans, developments are in progress. As the evidence and support test results accumulate, the memory blockage is related to a suppression of a neurotransmitter released by nerve cells that resides in the brain, as stated in the last report. The Hippocampus of Lt. Giovanni momentarily lacks the average potential charge generated. This could only mean that selective disruption of his memory network is occuring. As stated in the last report, the disruption is currently only limiting itself to the Hippocampus, but there is no certainty that it will not move. Upon further analysis of the field data, a cause to the disruption, or rather a theory, is being postulated. Astrocytes, a type of gial cell in the brain that supports the main bi-polar neurons, being monitored in Lt. Giovanni's brain shows evidence of tampering, instead of releasing glutamate, a common amino acid, it is releasing ATP right away into the neurons. The result is misconnection. The purpose of glutamate between astrocytes and neurons is mainly communication and aid in memory, when ATP was secreted instead of glutamate, no communication in connection to memory was established, instead an nutrient requirement message was conveyed instead. In addition to this problem, the enzyme that digests actylecholine, the neuro-transmitter, seem to be in higher concentration in the affected areas where the previous problems were. Evidence point in the direction that both of these conditions are related. As actylecholine is destroyed and recycled, it leaves the neurons with no tools of communication, Glutamate secretion from Astrocytes were used to signal the neurons to resupply the neurotransmitter. However, the previous problem prevents that. Since memory is not limited to a few neurons in the Hippocampus, bits and pieces of images or impressions may have been experienced by him, as he described. More updates as the next data analysis is complete.

Lt. Giovanni and Lt. McCellan Joint Log Lt. Giovanni and Doctor McCellan walked around, Giovanni was scanning the biosphere, and the doctor was scanning him. The doctor walked with Lt. Giovanni, scanning his vital signs and such. Maybe this was the kind of place that something observable might pop up. "So is there anything wrong with me, Doc?" Sergio said, looking behind him. He was still scanning the area of the new colony. "It might be a personal question ... but you can't remember certain things? Particularly where we've been the past 6 months." Jas tried her best to look casual. Sergio looked up and scratched his head. "I'm afraid I can't remember much,” he said with a sigh. "All I can remember is what I experienced with the mind-meld with T'Parek." "Before I tell you the results, could you describe what you saw?" She couldn't keep her curiosity in step now. She had to ask. "As I said…" Replied Sergio. "I only saw little snippets. But I do remember how very opposite everything was. We created some kind of bio-weapon to use against the Caitians. And Vulcans with beards" "Beards ... I never would to see the day... I mean ... during the mind meld your neurological 'map' had holes in them ... some parts in your long term memory center isn't receiving or discharging electrical impulses that is ... memory..." "Hmm… memory holes, eh?" he wondered. "Are there any long term effects?" Jas signed ... "I don't know for certain but whatever is blocking your neurons from functioning could move ... if it moves to your motor control ... or cognitive reasoning..." She paused and looked up at the taller officer. "You know the rest..." Sergio stopped... "Yes..."He sighed... He never really gave that any thought, but it is possible. Jas saw her chance and defiantly asked. "Would you submit to wear a 'brain monitor'?" Jas' response took him by surprise "Brain monitor?" The prospect was naturally a bit nerve racking for the large Italian, but for his own health, he decided to submit. "Yes, I suppose so. What will it do?" "It's a pair of stimulus monitors." Jas pulled out two blue coloured instruments that were about 3 cms in diameter. "It will measure your brain's ... well mostly the cerebrum and hypothalamus areas ... global activity, it may not be perfect but if these are the most important parts of the brain. When the 'illness' migrates I will know. But since this is imperfect, I must have your word that you will tell me if you feel strange and sick." "Very well" Sergio said. "You have word. I'll inform you if I start to feel strange. Now, you think this is just specifically at me, or does everybody pose the same risks?" "Due to our current mission and my limited staff, we'll conduct similar brain scans on the whole crew but for now it is limited to you and T'Parek." Jas sighed then corrected her self. "Our information is limited to you and T'Parek that is... Or rather, the information we can obtain is limited." Sergio resumed walking and nodded. "I see. Well hopefully if nothing happens to me, then in turn, that'd mean there's no risk to the rest of the crew" he said, in contemplation. "Hang tight, I promise you we'll investigate this till we're blue in the face." She hands Sergio the two devices to be placed on his head. Sergio stopped again to place the two small instruments in their correct position on his head. "Thanks, Doc. That is quite reassuring to know" he said, with a slight smile. Jas tried smiling then continued walking. "So ... what's interesting here ... Anyway?"

Lt. Jas McCellan Chief medical officer Medical Report TO: General Personnel, Commodore Moose and Commander Moose RE: Lt. Sergio Giovanni, CSCI RE: Brain Activity ... Blockage This report is regarding the recent medical experiment? Trial? Which ever word fits the description will be fine. In detail of the Vulcan mindmeld, the monitoring systems observed severe Neurological delay at several million points along the membranes of the Cerebrum of both subjects. In further study with scans from other crew members and Various feline subjects I safely conclude that Brain activity blockage is occuring in only two people, I did not have time to coordinate this large scale testing due to an urgent trip to Earth. Further analysis of the data revealed that in four isolated parts of the delay, clear evidence that Acetylcholine, a basic neurotransmitter, will not diffuse to its designated target neuron, instead it is dispersed to surrounding Dendrites instead, no potential charge was carried out due to this. My only hypothesis is that, those neurons are under the influence of a unknown source, though chemically healthy and normal, they are unable to carry out their designed function. Cause is unknown. Data charts recorded during the meld revealed that saturation of neurotransmitter molecules, inside the targetted neurons during their access, was 50% lower than its surrounding counter parts, no potential charge movement occured. However the surrounding Dendrites had a 25% higher chemical count, the resulting charge was higher there. Normal threshold for discharge for sensory and interneurons is - 50 mv but the action potential in the targetted neurons were more than - 90 mv's, below the repolarization potential. Cause is unknown. I would request a larger scale testing of the crew to see if we may be looking at a very strange illness. End Report. The doctor sighed, hoped that it is just an isolated thing. She stood and shut off her consoles and moved to the door, Earth was just a foot step away ...

Lt. Mc'Cellan Chief Medical 2155, June 23 Oh, how have I just realized the things that had been going on ... I say it is quite strange why somebody would "transfer" people from another universe to another, but of course wondering about something like that wouldn't prevent it from happening, or reverse the fact that it already happened. It wasn't fair of them, we never agreed to anything that amounted to this. But it happened any way. The verdict? We are here, in a realm of insanely different race of humans, a war like human race, transferred by aliens that want us to destroy some weird thing from the future. I know I am but a simple minded doctor but that is one heck of a thing to be asked of during an ordinary day. Though it was just an ordinary day before this occured. I lie here on the biobed, reading what seem to be my assistant's report and figuring out what was going on. Apparently I went insane an hour ago, I also jot down this note - Radiation is bad for the crew. And I bet any one on this ship a couple of drinks that this note would never be taken seriously and crew placed under just that circumstance. Besides my concerns I do have questions on my mind. If this universe is an alternate universe of our own then the people within it might be identical to our own but different. That brings me to the process of wondering about Willow Mc'Daniel, she left Challenger before we were switched so I wonder if she did that here as well. Perhaps for a different reason but I can't help my curiousity but think about what would have happened to her here. Was she still alive here? Being an evil overlord developing bio-weapons for the empire? Or suffering in a prison camp? I can see all the possibilites, most of them weren't good so I must stop thinking about it. My, the biobed here is comfortable, and seeing Mr. Remux is doing an excellent job of clearing most of the crew fit for duty I think I'll just take a small nap. Would I wake up to a better place than here? I think that's an improbability.

LtJg Jas McCellan Med Officer Log Entry I don't know if we are going to get back to our own homes any time soon and I don't know what is going to happen any time soon. I do know that I am becoming more agitated and less delusional, having had looked at the surrounding one could only conclude that this was not our ship, or our crew. I don't even know where all this hair came from. This 'mirror' universe is becoming our very own nightmare, I've watched people start dying from radiation exposure, and I’ve watched Grey and Connor suffer from delusional minds. Makes me wonder if we will ever be sane again when this is all over. I also seem to have a craving for home made sandwiches but that is besides the point. What is going to happen next I wonder.

LtJg Jas McCellan Medical Officer Log Entry "Hissing from a cat can be interpreted as a sign of intrusion into its territory and/or you have done some thing very bad to tick it off." Voices flooded back to my ears as I stood on Caitian soil. These voices originated in one source and one definite time, it was my sister's and it was when she was 7 years old. My, she's already 14 and her birthday is coming up in July, my, my she is going to be as old as me now. 7 years ago she told me about cats upon receiving a kitten from a kind neighbour. I remember it as if it was yesterday, or just this afternoon, the kitten hissed and clawed at me whenever i came close. What was it about me that displayed as 'foe'? I don't know, it just seems that cats and I don't get along. I don't know how on Cait that this old conflict would return to haunt me, the Caitian world has been decimated by a fleet, the people were just picking up the pieces. I tried my best to help them, giving them treatments and diagnosis when and wherever possible. And how do they react to me? By hissing and clawing at me the same way that Cat did 7 years ago. This obvious had no acceptable parallels in terms of biology but I know a cat when its cornered and these Caits ... people were definitely cornered. From what I've heard around these invaders have been coming around for ages, stealing supplies, food, and mostly the main population ... slaves. This of course would give new meaning to the word "animal cruelty" or perhaps I shouldn't use these words loosely, after all these caitians were advanced and enlightened. I am glad that the caitians and I resolved our differences so I was successful in treating several infection-prone injuries and even saving a life, but I can't help it but to feel that cornered animals (people included) and doctors don't mix. I do hope Challenger returns to pick us back up soon, I would like to have as little contact to these people as possible and from what I've seen in their eyes, they think the same about us ...

Lt.Jg Jas McCellan Medical Officer Log Entry It's been less than two days since we were on offical "business" to the Cait system, and now Cait looked like charred toast. Bad analogy ... Worse than charred toast ... Worse than anything that has been burned or ... bar-b-qued, right another bad analogy. Despite trying to rationalize or humorize my thinking, I know what the meaning of fear truly meant, yes I am afraid. I look around. Scrattered bodies, covered with roasting flesh, fields of them lying there, dead. Their fur also scattered over distances, it would have been impossible to tell which patch of fur was whose at first sight. No, perhaps it was not the sight of what can happen that terrify me, it was what I understand of what was happening in front of me that terrifies me. When a stranger comes upon a pile of blackened flesh, one does not know what it may contain. I know what they contain, I may also know the pain that these victims felt just before they've become integrated into their environment, some may never have got the precious chance to feel pain before they were vaporized, some may have felt too much. My sister also thought ill of disease, insects, bacterium and other things associated with them, she also cheerished life. She is young of course, she hasn't the idea that life comes from death and life was nothing more than living dead things. But of course that may change as we change the definition of life. Molecules that make life possible were in these caitians, in us, in every living being. It is just so much more terrifying to think about death at the molecular level than a simple stab in the chest. Systematic bombing of a civilization isn't murder, its a massacre, vaporization isn't murder, it is also massacre. I know the remaining Cait bio matter sitting infront of me will carry their respective owner's rememberance, a reminder that, in some points in a timeline they existed. And those who were vaporized during initial attack, I felt sorry for, for they may or may not ever be remembered, biologically. When one is stabbed, one remains for a few moments more before becoming disassembled, a spiritural waiting period perhaps? I do not know, I am a doctor not a spiritualist. But some things in every day life become more spiritual than real. In time, perhaps the death shall be remembered, all of them.

Ens. McCellan - AMO Log Entry We arrived at Cait roughly a few hours ago. The locals seemed pleased at our arrival, they even spoke our language ... or tried, at least they tired to speak it. They were ... furry, feline and they purred. This was all very interesting xenology. I learned a lot about their eating habits by watching some of them, they were a really ... interesting species. I hope humanity becomes an ally with them, all we had to do to make a good impression was to pass their 'trails' or something like a test ... though they've been speaking obsured english and it was very hard to understand them. Did they want to fight or .... something else .... I also have a lot of questions. Some thing like ... what is "fondle"? All very fun indeed, hope it stays this way and hopefully no one gets hurt, or it'll be my job to fix whoever felt smart up. Geez

Ens. Jas McCellan Log Entry Date: Feb 27, 2155 I arrived back at home at 1:29 am, my family was quite asleep, save for my sister. The lights in her room were on so I went to her room to see what she was doing up. As I walked up the stairs I felt terribly lonely and homesick despite the fact that I am actually at home and my sister was awake. I guess being in that hospital with Grey and his sister really imprinted on my brain, I hope his sister lives, I wished I could have just stayed there instead I have to leave for Challenger in a couple of hours. I walked past my parents' bedroom, the door was closed and the lights off. It appeared as if the room was actually dead, but I knew that they were sleeping peacefully. I walked paste the kitchen, it reminded me of the mess hall on challenger; where I first met this Jon Marks that I will never know, for he perished in that sickbay. I walked into my sister room. I really felt home sick, not for my own home but for Challenger. I picked my little sister's sleeping figure and carried her to bed. I really felt lonely yet not for anyone in my family, I missed Willow and the others. Even when some annoying crewman complains of headaches I still missed them. In my own home I find how boring everything must been for the past months. Not that I was not grateful that my family was safe, for I was. On challenger I’ve seen many versions of death but here I see none, for which I was glad. I laid Jess in to her bed; her eyes fluttered but did not awake. I don't know if i made the right choice in my life, to be on a ship were any thing can and will happen, and life on that ship hangs upon a thread. While here at home, everything was perfectly safe and repetitive. Did I make the right choice? Was I right to chance my own life to save a few others'? I think not, I think I made the perfect choice. I was glad my little sister will not have to be burdened by choices for a few more years, by then I would have enough experience to guide her to, hopefully, a correct path. She was lucky, innocent, and completely clueless as to what happens in outer space now a days. I tiptoed out of her room and closed the light.

Ens. Jas Mc'Cellan Assistant Medical officer Log Entry Jasmine stepped out of the shuttlecraft and on to the street, she took a deep breath of the atmosphere, it smelled good, it smelled like home. She entered her home, surprised to find no one home to greet here she decides to sit in her room and write a letter. It was a dreadful week and she'd like to forget everything that happened. But the pain in the side of her head influenced her other wise. She couldn't forget the scene in sickbay, she couldn't forget any one's face looking so ... dead. She sat down on her wooden chair and took out a carbon copy of paper and a pen. She picked up the pen and tapped it on the paper, it made a small inked dot. She thought for a hard moment about what she was going to write, and there were a million wills to console Marks' family about the lost of their son in duty. But she couldn't write it down, not yet. She grit her teeth and sniffed, rubbing her eyes free of tiny specks of liquid forming and clouding up her eyes. She looked down on the paper, still she couldn't being herself to write it. She thought back to the first day that she encountered him. She had to admit, he was a strong-willed person, trying to do his best to live up his father's image and look where it have gotten him. A one way ticket to eternal rest. She dropped the pen again. The memory of their ordeal on that frozen planet also flashed in her mind. He was a nice person, though he was mentally distrotted during that time, he still protected her and the chief, Willow. She willed her self to write. She took our her handkerchief and wiped her face with it and began writing. Dear Thomas Brian Marks, It is regretful ... it is with a heavy heart to inform you that your son, Jonathan Leonard Marks will not be returning to you as of short leave. It is with indescribable regret to tell you that ... he was killed on duty. There will be a memory aboard challenger and his family is welcomed to attend. A full document of all his achievements of his short time aboard will be sent to you. I am deeply sorry and share the same feelings to your loss. He was a very good person and my friend, may he rest in peace. Signed, J. Mc'Cellan AMO NX05 Challenger She put down the pen and dried her eyes. It was never good news to sent to some one, it was never good news to tell his family, it wasn't a grand letter to write, and it wasn't one of the brightest day in her life. She folded the paper in half and half and slid it into an envelope. She wrote down the Marks' address on it and sealed it. It wasn't a formal letter, but she felt necessary to send her personal regards to them. Marks could have lived but she knew it was impossible for her to know what was happening in sickbay at the time of the attack. She also didn't think coherently enough after hitting her head upon the bulkhead. She rubbed the left side of her head, it still hurt, the pain bares a reminder to her of Marks. He was a patient that deserved to live but he died instead. Only 28, so young. She thought of her self, she was two years younger. She placed the pen back into the drawer, her face forlorn of her usual cheerfulness, she laid her face on the desk and slowly fell asleep.

Ens. J. McCellan Assistant Medic Log Entry Jan 30, 2155 I sat in sickbay, with the orders in my hands. I just realized how things expired and though it had been a couple of days it seemed like years. I looked around sickbay, Marks was out cold on the biobed for reserved patients, Willow was reading regular day reports. It didn't seem right. I walked to Marks' biobed and checked his vital signs, they were as steady as a ticking clock and yet as lifeless as an empty shell. I recalled what happened, it was just too cold, he collapsed and we were forced to leave him. Now, after we had retrieved him, he is in a thick coma. A doctor's worse nightmare. I adjusted the vital sign detectors and monitors then his bedsheet. I can't help but think of how such a lively person could end up as ... well ... dead as he was now. I couldn't help it, I had to walk away. Now we're trying to save more lives, I don't know how many more deaths I can witness, knowing that they couldn't be helped. I ran to the science lab as fast as I could, I couldn't stand looking at Marks' lifeless body. How many more will it be?

Willow was standing there, looking about herself, and pulling on a coat. Here was her team: an assistant medical officer and an incapacitated security officer. This was not the best day to have problems understanding how to use the long-range option on her hand scanner. She scowled at it and then turned to Marks, remembering just in time to stop scowling so she would not freak him out... "Jas, can you make any sense of these scanners?" Ensign McCellan sneezed and walked over to Willow. "What kind of sense would you like?" Giving the scanner to Jas, she asked, "Please help me figure out which way to go." Then she looked over to Marks. "How you holdin’ up, partner?" Jon pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders and then turned to Willow. "Partner? I thought my name was Marks?" Jas shook her head and tapped on the scanner. Her hands quivered in the cold air. She worked at it a few more moments and nodded her approval. "We have to go north west, there's a beacon signature there." Nodding back at Jas, and grabbing Jon, Willow headed in the direction Jas had pointed. "Okay, so we go north west. And yes, your name is Jon Marks... I just said partner because." Jas looked at Marks and nodded to Willow. The three of them with arms linked began to make their journey towards another escape pod, and possibly fellow officers and crew. Jon's head was literally swarming with incoherent thoughts. His eyes continued to dart over the horizon as he tried to make sense of who and what he was. "Ok... Obviously I am having some sort of problem here. Since we have a long walk to... Uh... Wherever that thing is telling us to go... Um... Can you tell me some more about me?" Willow wondered what she should and shouldn't tell him. Shrugging, she decided to just tell him whatever. "You're a very outgoing guy... uh... you have family back on Earth. You're single, aged... um... twenty something... and you've been on Challenger for a few months now..." she looked over to Jas for help. Jas looked at Willow, her expression a little bit dumbfound. "Liverpool" She simply said, hoping it would smack Jon's head a little so some memories fall through. She waited. Jon just stared at Jas. "What in God's name is Liverpool?" "I remember you saying that it was the academy you went to." Willow's face expressed the same amount of confusion on that one. "Um... well... you've visited several planets with Jas and I... there was the one where you helped me gather fruit..." Jon suddenly perked up. "No no, that was Interpol." "You DO remember." Jas blurted out. "Remember what?" Willow was starting to feel as confused as Jon had been looking. "So you remember Interpol?” Jon looked from Willow to Jas. "What’s Interpol?" Jas didn't feel as confused as frustrated, but tried to manipulate the information to help Jon remember. "Thomas Brian Marks." She said blankly. Jon looked puzzled and suddenly grabbed his head again. "I WAS NEVER GOOD ENOUGH WAS I DAD??? NOW I HAVE TO WATCH THEM ALL DIE!!! DIE!!!" Jon suddenly collapsed in the snow, shaking wildly. "That's it!" Willow hollered to no one in particular. "I am giving him a sedative." She pulled a hypospray from one of the many bags she had and started to administer it to him. Jas knelt by Jon and stopped Willow's Hand. "You never hurt her on purpose. " "Hurt who?" Willow wanted to know... but really she wanted to know where Jas was getting all this. Jon suddenly stopped shaking and sat up. "Hurt? Who did I hurt?' Jas thought then tried again. "You can live up to be as good as T. B. Marks and you didn't do anything to embarrass your self like on Acamar.” Jon returned to his feet and shook his head. "Acamar? T.B. Marks? I don't know what you're talking about. And... Why am I covered in all this snow?" Willow, still on the ground, shoved her face into the snow for a moment before standing up. "Okay... I'm feeling lost. Can we find the others please? We have reached another impasse. Jas thought and pulled Jon up. She looked to Willow. "Lets go." The trio walked with Jon through the cold towards the beacon. Suddenly, Jon stopped moving his feet and began staring at the frosty breath that was coming out of the others mouths. "Sabotage..." Willow couldn't tell if she was coughing or laughing. "What kind of sabotage?" Jon looked at Willow with a look of utter confusion. "I... I don't know. That word suddenly appeared in my mind... What happened to me? Why was I in the Sick... Um... Sick... Place." "Sickbay" Jas said. "You were in a coma, there was a sabotage, the mess hall." "Do you remember any of that?" said willow "No," Jon admitted. Jas sighed again. She continued throwing words at him. "Jon, Marks, Starfleet, Challenger, Gamble, Grey, Acids, Gas, Remember when I was helping Grey to synthesize a counter agent against the gas?" Willow, sort of getting what Jas was doing, attempted to do the same. "Erm... berries, Klingons, shuttles, phasers, muwaherm, Moose and Moore..." Jon just stood there with a blank look on his face. "I don't know... I know they must mean something but right now all I hear are words. But... Something else tells me there are meaning to them like I used to kn - LOOK OUT!" Jas and Willow sharply turned to see what was there. Suddenly, a loud roar was heard and a white-tiger like creature sprawled from the snow. It made a lunge high into the air and landing fast towards them. With a lightning fast reflex, Jon grabbed the Phase Pistol out of Jas's belt and fired one round into the creature, dropping it to the ground steaming and dead. He sat there for a moment, staring at the kill and then at the pistol. He suddenly dropped the pistol back into the snow and looked wide-eyed at his companions. "How did I... I..." Willow half smiled at him. "Well at least we know we're safe with him. Unless he starts thinking we're some big... white...furry thing." She picked up the phase-pistol. "Can we continue now?" Jas admitted that she was really frightened. She stood there, stiffly. Jon absently put an arm around Jas. "Its ok I think... I just wish I could figure out what the hell is going on..." Willow blinked at them, felt cold, and wondered what to do. Jas blinked, still recovering from what just happened and the cold. She thought about just how remotely possible it was for a big furry white beast to lunge on them. "Must be the north." She said dryly. Jon just nodded absent-mindedly, still trying to figure out how he did what he did, or rather, how he knew to do it. As the trio continued their trek north, they are forced to wonder what other dangers await the doctors and their mentally-unstable patient... Lt. Willow McDaniel CMO Challenger Ens. Jas McCellan AMO Challenger Ens. Jon Marks ASEC Challenger