That set him off. Crichton started laughing and had to lean against the wall. He sighed for a moment, took his time, and then straightened back up. "What am I...well, f'r starters, I was damn sure this wasn't all in my head. It worked. I was convinced.

He laughs.

"But then crap like this happens. So!"

He advances closer, getting right near her, counting off items on his fingers.

"One, you died about two, maybe three cycles ago saving Aeryn. Two, D died about one or two cycles ago. Time gets kinda weird up here, it got kinda weird after you died, too. Three, whoever's running this needs to update their information, because the easiest way to tell this is fake and get me on their bad side is to wave you and D in front of me, and four, Pip ain't fine, she was on here too. Is on here. Whatever."

He stands there, breathing angrily for a few minutes, and then shakes his head. "Frel it, I'm findin' my way out." He starts to walk away.