Apparently, Connelly could sleep. In the cool blackness of her room, he could barely make her out on the bed. She was still wearing her jumpsuit, but was sound asleep. He thought twice about waking her, but after heading back to the door, he heard her groan. Looking back, he could see that she was kicking her feet slowly and clenching her fists. An expression of deep anxiety covered her face.

Peterson felt sure Connelly would be thankful to be taken away from whatever nightmare was plaguing her slumber. He moved slowly forward, keeping the glass cylinder he'd picked up at the lab, hidden behind his back. "Kathy?"

He stepped closer as Connelly's tension rose. Her movements became more jerky and her face turned sour. "Connelly, wake up."

On the last word of Peterson's sentence, Connelly burst awake with a flail of hands and feet. She was gasping for air and began feeling her body, apparently inspecting it for injuries.

"Whoa, whoa," Peterson said, "It's just me, Connelly. It's just me."

Connelly looked straight into Peterson's eyes and he saw that hers were full of fear. "It was just a dream," he said. "A nightmare."

As her breath began to normalize and her muscles grew less rigid, she said, "Michael…what are you doing here?"

"I brought you a present," he said.

Connelly rubbed her forehead with her palms. "W—What?"

Hoping the sight of their new discovery would wipe the cobwebs from her mind, he brought the glass cylinder out from behind his back and turned on the lights. At first, Connelly shielded her eyes from the bright light, holding her hands in front of her squinting eyes. Peterson moved closer, so she could have a better view.

Connelly lowered her hands and came face to face with the largest of the Europhid samples. It was still in its glass container and still standing tall, like a proud obelisk. It was only a foot tall, but seemed gigantic compared to the others. Connelly's reaction wasn't exactly what Peterson expected.

She leaned away in fear, but quickly became embarrassed. "Sorry," she said.

"That nightmare have something to do with the Europhids?"

Connelly shook her head, no.

"Because they are quite frightening." Peterson held the Europhid sample out and warbled it back and forth. "I'm coming to get you, Kathy! I'm a scary red cucumber from hell and I'm here to steal your soul!"

Connelly smiled. "Enough," she said. "What are you doing with that anyway?" Connelly checked her watch. "We still have an hour before launch prep."

Peterson smiled. "Exactly. I think a two hour nap is sufficient, don't you? There are much more interesting ways to kill time."

Connelly raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"With the Europhids, Connelly." Peterson smiled and shook his head. "I'm heading out. You'll have about thirty seconds before I get lost in this maze without you. If you want in, better make it quick." With that, Peterson headed out the door.