Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Aeryn, that is a bad plan, you really don't want another me.

Please tell me that was just a sleep shot.

Wait. What argument?

You do remember.

You had ancestors that looked like that?

And I needed some help.

He is the template, the original.

Well, not quite as I would have phrased it Rygel, but...

You're very judgmental for someone who's still hiding.

The portal is being generated by the sphere and the sphere is inside Moya.

Yeah, it's a primitive ancestor. They were supposed've looked like that.

You weren't the only thing to come out of that sphere. D'argo's tracking it down now.

Yeah, you're fantastic.

That's the way I see you.

I'd wager that your...

Well what about your bald headed friend? He meant to be here too?

Look, I promise you, he's not gonna to quit.

Aw, hell! Let's go!

can you see it?

I wonder if you can also see what you have lost.

and on the other hand...

the one I thought least likely, who did the right thing.

Looking at him however, does raise some...

You're not cut.

Are you going to say he's wrong?

What are you doing?

I don't suppose he's told you anything useful about the sphere?

Massive energy fluctuations!

I don't get it. Okay? How could that...

Is that because you're supposed to be me?

Do you understand that?

What about the guy with the big head?

Have you attempted to communicate with the sphere?

Crichton, you'd better get up here.

The other Crichton has started an analysis.

John. Crich- toh.

Commander Crichton has already started looking at them.