He was suddenly aware of the chill on his chest where before there had been warmth and he struggled to open his eyes. Scott reached up to adjust his pillow and pull the blankets more tightly around himself when he started to remember his dream; laying next to a beautiful woman, his arms wrapped around her body as his fingers caressed her bare shoulder. His eyes were still completely close but he could see her face, soft, round and beautiful with piercing pale blue eyes and the smile of an angel… Katherine!<br/><br/>His heart jumped as adrenaline coursed through his veins and the realization of his true surroundings exploded into his mind. Scott quickly sat up reaching for the woman who had been lying next to him. He reached outward and felt only emptiness. Scott managed to open his eyes but his vision was blurry, like he was trying to see through gauze and his head swam with thoughts of sleep. Scott tried to call out but could hear his own voice as a mumbling whisper. Every muscle in his body cried out to him to just lie back down a moment longer. Sleep.<br/><br/>Katherine’s face appeared before him and she smiled; where was she!? Scott reached around and felt only a plastic poncho as he forced his eyes to open. Panic started to build. Rifle! His hands raced around the poncho and dirt floor as he searched for something, anything to hold onto, to bring him back to the waking world. He rubbed his face to open his eyes more and was finally able to make out the glowing cave walls he remembered.<br/><br/>“Katherine!” He yelled, this time his voice was loud and clear but there was no answer. Scott jumped to his feet and found his rifle on the ground where he had left it. He checked his watch as he remembered the Discovery; he had no idea how long he had slept but his countdown timer showed less than 15 hours till the jump. His arms and legs were tingling as if he had pushed himself toward exhaustion and he immediately thought of getting some more rest. But deep down he knew that was not a good idea and instead he forced himself to stand.<br/><br/>He staggered as if he spent the night drinking but managed to raise his rifle at the ready and turn on the flashlight. The sound of shuffling footsteps in the back of the cavern caught his attention and he quickly turned to see what was moving. Nothing. He saw nothing. “Katherine!” He called out again, less clearly but still quite loud. He started to exit the cave but stopped when he realized that one of the tunnels at the back of the cave was glowing. Only one.<br/><br/>On instinct alone he turned decisively and marched toward the glowing tunnel. Scott moved quickly but at a stagger actually falling down twice before he reached the entrance. His thoughts moved at an annoyingly slow pace as he fought back the urge to sit down and rest. The only thing that kept him from doing so was the thought that Katherine, the doctor he was supposed to be protecting, was no where around.<br/><br/>He followed the tunnel as it seemed to slope downward in a spiral but stopped suddenly when he thought of the danger he was getting himself into. The glowing had subsided and he was faced with darkness except for his flashlight. Turn back! Not safe! Rest. Scott stopped and shook his head. He was afraid of nothing, why was he suddenly afraid of the dark? No matter. He could use a little rest. Scott dropped to a knee as his eyes started to close but the light from his weapon mounted flashlight fell on the ground where he could make out shoeprints. Apparently fresh prints. Katherine!<br/><br/>He shook his head and got back to his feet, more determined than ever to continue down the tunnel. He walked with purpose and came upon stairs which descended into more darkness. As he neared what he felt was the bottom of the steps he could see a bright light ahead and below him. Scott started skipping steps as he almost ran toward the light. As he reached the bottom of the stairs he entered a brightly lit cavern, shining with purple light. He scanned the room for Katherine and tripped over his own legs at the bottom of the stairs. He went down in a rolling tumble as his molasses covered brain told him to stay down. Somehow he managed to hold onto his rifle and quickly get back to his feet; he spotted an archway of some sort and a long black walkway beyond it.<br/><br/>His heart pounded a drum roll in his chest when he saw the giant black mirror at the end of the walkway. A ship of some kind! Or a floating building! And there was Katherine, walking straight toward an opening in the ship! “Katherine!” He screamed and then ran after her. When he reached the archway he realized that what he thought was a long hallway was actually a bridge over an endless cavern. Scott didn’t slow his pace as he crossed it and instead ran headlong toward Katherine and the ship. He was just a hundred feet from her when she vanished into the blackness of the ship. Scott stopped short as he reached the ship and kicked it. It was solid, as solid as a mountain. “Katherine!” He yelled as he stepped forward slamming the butt of his rifle into the now shimmering wall. Again and again he hit it as his hands stung from the impact. “Katherine!” Scott took a few steps back, took aim, and fired a burst of lead into the ship. Nothing. Not a scratch.<br/><br/>“Katherine!” He scanned for edges or seams or controls or something to access the ship. Nothing.<br/><br/>“Katherine!” He screamed; so loudly that his throat hurt.<br/><br/>“Katherine!”  And the ship vanished…<br/><br/>Scott stepped back blinking away tears. His arms tingled and his heart pounded in his chest as he fought to catch his breath. He lowered his rifle and struggled to stay on his feet as his legs shook. “no” He said, his voice a hoarse whisper.<br/>