<strong>On E Deck</strong>, the crew watches Cross ascend into the chamber.  He seems to be making good time.  The muffled clank of his footsteps on the ladder is soon chewed up by so much dark space.<br/><br/><strong>Cross</strong>, confined on all sides by the whispering guts of the Daedelus, is making good time.  He knows now why he has to.  No sooner has he made it past D Deck, than the frantic minds of Alex and Kat reach him with the blare of their thoughts.  He knows the source of their panic.  He hears its thoughts too - the distinctive white noise; pops and whistles of a bestial consciousness.<br/><br/>Above by<strong>the hibernation chambers</strong>, Alex has managed to secure the fire extinguisher.  Working its pin loose takes some effort - effort and time he does not have.  As he primes the extinguisher, he looks down on the hideous spectacle thrashing before him:<br/><br/>Kat's waist is encircled by what seem like the feelers on a colossal seaborne worm - fibrous, yellowish bands that wrap her tummy entirely in their grasp.  From the back of her body, the long shape of the worm heaves and shivers with a grotesque mania.  Its twitches seem to be as useless as they are frantic, until he notices the rift the alien's head has sliced through her trousers.  Then he sees a heave of the worm shove its oozing, lubricated length into her flesh.<br/><br/>Kat knows what it is doing.  She knows it all too well.  Her panties rip like wet tissue and the wet, hot head of the rugged worm pushes for her anus.  Another heave forces the hole more than wide - it makes it gape as several inches of the firm, ridged substance of the alien enters her.  Another heave follows soon after, giving her muscles little time to accommodate the invasion - that heave pushes a full foot of it inside her.<br/><br/>More heaves follow, the long tentacle goring into Kat's bottom with rippling thrusts of its elaborately textured form.