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Spoilers: Infinite Possibilities

Eight arns had passed since John died. Aeryn was sleeping by his side, tears dried on her face. Stark and Crais were talking quietly by the door. “We have to do something soon, Stark. We can’t leave John’s body in there.”

“You are right. Let me talk to Aeryn. What should we do with the body? Also, our friends on Moya need to know.” Stark said.

“We can’t preserve the body here. We will need to bury John soon. Yes, please talk to her. I’ll be in command.” Crais said.

Stark walked softly into Crais’ quarters, he felt an overwhelming sense of sadness as he looked at Aeryn and John. *Zhaan, I need your wisdom, I need your courage. * Stark thought. He knelt by Aeryn, touched her shoulder and whispered, “Aeryn, please, you can’t stay here.”

Aeryn’s eyes opened; at first she felt confusion. *Why are we in Crais’ quarters? John’s not breathing! Nooo! My nightmare is real. * Her mind raced with thoughts of yesterday’s events. She remembered John’s sacrifice; Aeryn began sobbing.

Stark held Aeryn and tried to soothe her. “Aeryn let me help you grieve. We need to bury John and notify Moya and her crew. We cannot wait much longer.”

“I failed Zhaan. She shouldn’t have given her life for mine. I couldn’t save John. I am unworthy of her sacrifice.” Aeryn said.

“No Aeryn, don’t think like that. Zhaan loved you very much. As much as I grieve for her, I understand her sacrifice. Do you know she left with only joy in her? And John loved, loves you so much, he did not feel he lost.” Stark said.

Aeryn gasped, she had not been thinking of the John Crichton she left behind on Moya. More remorse and guilt rushed through her. She stared at Stark, panic in her eyes. “Oh Stark, I have been so thoughtless and callous. I pushed John on Moya completely out of my mind. What am I going to do? I don’t I feel the same way about him.”

“Give it time. Grieve. Heal. Know this, John shared some thought with me just before he died, some were about you, but some were about his twin. Goddess willing, he is still alive. He is the same John you fell in love with; you gave yourself to. You will need to be strong. You will need to face John Crichton again.” Stark held Aeryn, he brushed his hand against her hair.