Robin gasped as the replicator began to look like a ship again. Seemingly out of nowhere, color was bleeding into the walls and floors, and then it began to mold itself into a sort of cockpit, full of blinking lights and other spaceship-like things. Hope bloomed in her chest when she thought that they might get out of this after all. Though the look in Rogan's eyes suggested otherwise...<br/><br/>Then, the ship began shaking and tilting, and alarm flashed over her face. She grabbed the nearest rail and held on, not wanting to be shaken off her feet. As the Doctor spoke, she was confused... She didn't hear anything. It seemed that he was hallucinating or something... but...<br/><br/>Another gasp escaped Robin as Harme's voice came from the replicator. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks as she stood there, watching Harme direct them back toward the true Nightingale. Slowly, she walked to a wall and pressed her hand to it before placing her cheek against it as well.<br/><br/>"Harme?" she said softly, hoping she could hear. "I'm so sorry. I know you're alive but... I'm so sorry."