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Chapter V
Part 4
It was just
like that other night, after the first incident.
The sharp,
vivid, white and amber light of Tijus’ moon projected from drawn window blinds, rolling throughout the darkness of the bedroom.
And just
like that other night, Rand lied in bed, watching the light show above her
head rise and fall in front and behind her, like a wheel.
And like
that other night, Rand was too damned spooked to sleep.
If only the
moon patterns were sheep, she thought with weary dread.
She could do
nothing but recall the events of the past evening, when Khobran—or something
passing for Khobran—came by for a creepy little visit.
Had he been
a mirage?
After all,
this was a desert planet.
But from
what she knew of mirages they were inverted reflections of light from above to
create an image below, like when light rays from a blue sky passed down to
create an image of water on ground level.
So, that idea was ruled out
in a big hurry.
And of
course, the most obvious rule of mirages were that they couldn’t be touched.
Or tasted.
Or smelled.
What the
hell was that thing that invaded her mouth, her body, her emotions?
Oh, Mother
of God.
Rand, like
that other night, tossed and turned in her bed under a blanket that felt like a
smothering, crushing sheet of steel mesh.
So, she kicked the covers furiously away from her, jumped out of bed and
started to pace her room, back and forth.
Her naked body covered in a sheet of sweat as she struggled to breath
within the confines of the stale and leaden air of her room, her long hair
sticking to her back, her shoulders, the tip of her buttocks. The epidermal hair from her skin rose
and curdled under the dead, humming, unnatural cool of the air. She was suffocating. She wanted to bound, to escape!
Shit! I can’t do this anymore!
Rand
frantically reached out for her robe, slung over the chair in the upper corner
of her room, snatched it in a whip, flung it over and onto her body, tied the
belt around her waist, shakily opened the door, and ran out of the room without
closing the door behind her.
The fresh
air hit Rand as soon as she entered the hallway, like a rejuvenating tonic to
her body. The sweat that sopped
over her skin started to dissipate, her lungs began to open up, and her goose
bumps receded back into her calming flesh. She was feeling much better, and there were only two more
things that would put her completely at ease—company(even Nurse Rose’s) and
those incredible almond ball snack morsels that were stored in the kitchen
cupboards.
Comfort
food, she thought. Indeed, those
almond balls were the only good food staple offered on the Enterprise!
Comfort was
something that was definitely called for in this situation, that was for
goddamn sure.
Apparently,
Rand wasn’t the only one in need of a late night comfort snack. When she had entered the kitchen, she
saw Begay standing by the serving window while Scotty rummaged through boxes on
the other side, the two men looking both pensive and angry.
“We haven’t
been on this planet that long for the supply to run that low,” said Begay.
“What do you
mean? What’s going on?” asked Rand, puzzled.
Scotty
walked out from behind the serving window, carrying a large crate. When he reached the long, white counter
in front of the window, he slammed the crate down.
“Luu-lu-loook,”
he said, exasperated.
Rand walked
over and looked into the crate. She could see that the almond balls she’d been craving for
were already halfway finished.
“Aaaeeh
cu-cu-caannt im-imm-immmagginnn…”
“Who the
hell’s been eating all this,” asked Rand, purposely cutting off Scotty. She felt terrible
about it, but listening to Scotty’s
deteriorating speech was simply too much for her impatient ears to bear.
During this
time, Dr. Begay had gone behind the serving window and returned, retrieving two
more crates of food. He opened
them both and looked inside the contents. He shook his head and threw his hands up in the air.
“
Apparently, the almond balls aren’t the only food items disappearing. Someone’s
taking all the snacks,” said Begay, incredulous.
Rand looked
at the half-full crates of food and then looked around the kitchen. Spock wasn’t here, but he didn’t
exactly strike her as a late-night snacker. Riley snacked, but who could credit him for this large an
appetite? Rand suddenly shook her
head and chuckled to herself while Begay and Scotty looked at her quizzically.
“Who do you
think would eat all of the snacks here, guys? Think of the one person whose been stuffing their face ever
since we’ve landed on this godforsaken planet. Take a guess!”
The two men
looked at each other, clearly at a loss to who it was that Rand was referring
to.
“Oh, come on
you two! You haven’t seen Hyacinth
vacuuming food like it was going out of style? Haven’t you noticed her at mealtimes, how she eats?”
Blank stares
were followed by slow, hesitant head shaking.
“Seriously?”
Was she the
only one who noticed Nurse Rose’s increasingly grotesque appetite, or was that
a trick of the mind like Khobran’s appearance earlier? Was she going crazy? Rand didn’t much like that prospect at
all. The two men stared at Rand,
and Rand stared back at them.
A loud,
heavy thump, followed by a equally heavy drag, came from the dining area,
making Rand jump.
“What’s
that?” she asked.
Begay and
Scotty looked at each other again.
“You two
didn’t hear that?”
Blank stares
and silence.
“What’s the
matter with you two?!”
No answer
from either one of them.
Cursing
under her breath, Rand stormed out of the kitchen and into the dining room
where she saw Riley turning the long dining room table over on it’s side. Rand brought both hands over her eyes
and shook her head in a fit of distress.
“Please tell
me this isn’t happening,” she said to herself hopelessly.
She rubbed
her eyes. She suddenly felt so tired,
or was it despair that was taking its hold on her.
Whatever.
When she
removed her hands from her eyes she was immediately jolted by Riley’s worsening skin condition;
flaring red pustules and angry whiteheads ripped through his skin like an army
of termites, leaving grooves and pits in their vicious wake.
Before she
could say anything, Riley raised his hand to silence her.
“I’m not
listening to you, Janice, so forget about it! You’re not ruining my hard work this time! You don’t understand! I’m gonna…”
“ I know,
your gonna make Mr.Russo your bitch! Yeah, yeah! Oh, man! What did they used to
call this kind of thing, a re-run?”
She couldn’t
believe this. Between Riley, the
disappearing food and the blanked-out faces of Begay and Scotty—oh, don’t
forget the phantom Khobran—Rand felt like she was in the middle of a lucid
nightmare.
“Wait a
minute, Riley! Is that gym
equipment I’m seeing? Where’d you
get it?”
An aerobic
step-up, a hurdle, and a small trampoline were wedged between all of the
furnishings lined up from the dining room interior to the hallway, creating a
haphazard row of clunking madness.
“The
equipment closet in the meeting room,” Riley said, irritated.
“But there
is no closet in the meeting room,” said Rand.
“Yes, there
is! Now will you kindly get out of
my fucking way?!”
Riley shoed
Rand away and placed himself in front of the reclined dining room table. He
surveyed what was in front of him, leaning sideways, checking that everything
was where it should be. Then,
bending down from the waist and positioning his legs, Riley focused on his obstacle
course and began to count aloud.
“One…two…three…go-go-go-go-go-Go-
GO!!” he yelled, balancing on the edge of the reclining dining room table like
a trapeze artist, crawling under a bench chair, and bouncing off the small
trampoline.
Rand stood there,
speechless, as Riley flew into the air with his legs leading, his head just
missing the rim of the hallway door.
Riley screamed, arms waving madly about him when he landed on the other
side of the door and out into the hall in a stupefying crash landing.
“Riley!”
Rand
sprinted for the hallway door, squeezing through the furniture and gym
equipment in order to reach Riley, who was sprawled on the floor at the tail
end of his makeshift course.
“Hey,
Riley! Can you hear me? Are you all right?”
She kneeled
down next to him and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him towards her. Riley cursed under his breath and
furiously shook himself away from her.
“Get off of
me! Don’t you have somewhere to go
or something?!”
“I wish I
did have somewhere to go! As long
as it was off this fucking funhouse planet! What the hell’s the matter with you, Kevin?! What’s the matter with the whole
goddamn landing party?!”
Rand looked
down at the spot where Riley had fallen, and noticed that her beloved pink and
lilac yoga mat was lying right under him.
She was without a doubt, quite miffed.
“That’s my
yoga mat! Were you sneaking in my
room, you little shit?!”
Riley’s eyes
went to the stolen mat in a protective manner before he looked straight into
Rand’s eyes and spread his body protectively, like a squid, over it.
“I need it,”
he said quietly through clenched teeth.
“You don’t
need shit,” Rand said with equally quiet fervor. “I want my damn mat.
No one said you could take it, least of all me.”
She laced
her fingers around the edge of the mat and tightened her grip on it. “I’m taking this back now, so be
prepared to hurl on your ass when I pull it out from under you.”
“Janice! I need this for my obstacle course!”
“Fuck your
obstacle course,” bellowed Rand.
With a full
sweeping yank she violently pulled her mat out from under a yelling Riley,
sending him off into a sloppy, buffoonish, somersault. When Riley finally landed, it was with
a sputtering thump, right at the feet of Mr. Spock, who stood like a prison
guard with his feet wide apart.
Rand froze,
her eyes widening while she held her breath. Spock slowly and mechanically lowered his head to Riley, who
was looking up at him with an hang-dog face from his tangled position on the
floor.
When Spock
looked up again at Rand, she reflexively held the mat up against her face and
kept it there until she heard his footsteps fading back into the labyrinth maze
of the hall. She felt cold,
exposed, and she shuddered. She
couldn’t help herself; she needed to feel sheltered somehow. Because as long as she lived and
breathed, Rand would never forget the quiet contempt that gave expression in
Spock’s face.
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