03 [Accidental Visual] The end of the road
There's only so long John can stand doing this waiting thing. Hadn't he given Aeryn enough time to come to terms with their situation? He'd pretty much holed himself up on Moya since she'd arrived, working on his wormhole theories to distract himself and give her space. Space she'd already had more than her fair share of, even before she'd arrived here.
Enough was enough, he couldn't do this anymore. He was driving himself insane. If it really was over, (not that it had ever properly begun from his point of view - his other self had got that privilege), then it needed to be said. He needed to hear her say the words, she'd made it quite clear she didn't trust him, what else was left?
"Hey little guy," he smiled at 1812 as he scooted up to where he was sitting staring at his equations that were strung up all over, "you got any advice how to do this? What's that you say Lassie? Aeryn and John got stuck on an alien planet with their alternates and there ain't a damn wormhole in sight and she's gonna have a... Frell!"
That'll be the point that Crichton realised the tablets really do have a mind of their own.
Enough was enough, he couldn't do this anymore. He was driving himself insane. If it really was over, (not that it had ever properly begun from his point of view - his other self had got that privilege), then it needed to be said. He needed to hear her say the words, she'd made it quite clear she didn't trust him, what else was left?
"Hey little guy," he smiled at 1812 as he scooted up to where he was sitting staring at his equations that were strung up all over, "you got any advice how to do this? What's that you say Lassie? Aeryn and John got stuck on an alien planet with their alternates and there ain't a damn wormhole in sight and she's gonna have a... Frell!"
That'll be the point that Crichton realised the tablets really do have a mind of their own.