As he stepped forward, Peterson's feet hit the solid grey floor panels, sometimes too early and too hard, and other times too late. He lurched forward, bumping into Connelly. And she was having just as hard a time walking.

"Sorry," Peterson said, after colliding with Connelly.

"Which way to the control center? I lost sight of Choi!" Connelly shouted over the rumble of the Surveyor's shuddering body.

Peterson flashed the schematics of the massive ship through his mind. It was hard to think with all the noise, but he recalled the data he needed. "That way!" he said, pointing to the left.

Connelly led the way, followed by Peterson, Willard and Robert.

Peterson rounded a corner behind Connelly and looked back. He saw a terrified Robert closing in and Willard behind him. But Willard's face wasn't etched with concern like the rest of them. He looked calm. Peterson couldn't tell if it was an illusion created by the vibrating ship, or if his eyesight was true, but he swore he could see the slightest smile on Willard's face.

Robert passed Peterson without saying a word, too preoccupied with their dilemma to care about Peterson's pit stop. Willard caught up and Peterson could see that the man, who was supposed to be watching out for their safety, appeared to be enjoying the danger.

Not really sure why, Peterson felt infuriated by Willard's lack of concern. "You enjoying this?" Peterson asked as Willard moved past.

Willard looked him in the eyes. His smile grew. "You're not?"

"We could die!" Peterson said.

"But what a way to go, right?"

Peterson nearly choked. Is he serious?

"Don't sweat it, Mikey, I always come out on top." Willard patted Peterson on the shoulder and moved past, into the control center.

Peterson followed him into the control center and was greeted by chaos.

He lumbered towards the center of the room, with Connelly, Robert and Willard. They looked like lost sheep in the middle of a lightning storm. Warning lights flashed in a myriad of colors, giving the room a seventies disco feel, and alluding to greater problems around the ship.

Harris and Choi were seated in twin chairs at the front of the control center, which was a pentagon shaped room with two chaired consoles on four of the walls. Peterson noticed that two of the vaulted ceilings panels were transparent. He gasped as he saw a cloud of what looked like millions of the tiny bombs floating in their direction.

"Some kind of charged particles!" It was Choi, screaming over the ambient noise. "The computer can't place them."

"I want to know what the hell we're dealing with here!" Harris shouted.

Choi threw her hands up. "The system is failing! We need to reboot!