Pete said, felt, heard, and did nothing. The universe opened up to him like a colossal squid unveiling its jaws. Stars flew by him, but did not represent any known formations or constellations. In fact, they seemed to be a repeating pattern of the exact same formation, twinkling gently. Every five seconds, the same stars twinkled. Every movement he made, he saw more of the same stars. This wasn't space, it was [i]Spess[/i], and Pete was a Spessman.

With unnerving steadiness, Pete walked back to his pod. He headed back to the engine room, and stared at the engine. It stung at his eyes, but he no longer worried about it. There were doors to the north, east, west, and south; Pete headed through the westmost door. Blinking away afterimages of the engine, Pete found himself in the ship's cargo bay. Pete looked to the Quartermaster's Console, and knew what he had to do.