It was that very same evening when Crystal, Gravity and Nebula X met P. J. Raygun at the secondary airlock of the school, being careful not to be seen by anyone else. Gravity instructed Crystal who instructed Nebula X Go with Mr. Raygun.

As you wish, Nebula X replied, and was compelled to do as she requested.

As P. J. and the droid flew away, Crystal watched sadly and waved goodbye.

MEANWHILE…

Flash still had time to conduct experiments before he had to worry too much about asteroids. His first order of business remained contacting Alpha Control. These efforts were in vain, however his spirit was lifted by his dream. The glow and warmth seemed to linger now in his waking hours. The memory of the sweet figure in the light made his time in the TNI more bearable. Not that he didn’t enjoy his life. He treasured the opportunity he had to see things most people never saw. It’s just that space is very big.

MEANWHILE…

Lander and Azimuth walked back into their camp, followed by the Nomicon space rover.

This looks excellent Galaxy said, as he climbed out and scanned the valley. He proceeded to set up camp methodically. Ash Lander interrupted him by saying I really think you ought to take a look at this…

Just a sec… Dock said as he pulled a box from the back of the rover. Whacha got? He asked.

Come and see

Lander and Azimuth led him to where wormhole lay, still unconscious.

MEANWHILE…

P. J. Raygun sped toward his home on asteroid S-120. It was a wild, untamed place, frequented by seedy characters, most likely up to no good. P. J. knew two things: He was in possession of a very valuable piece of equipment, and it was hot.

So what do you do with a stolen droid? You certainly don’t dismantle it for parts. The most frustrating thing was that it refused to communicate with him. He pleaded with the droid to respond until he lost his patience and barked Respond, you infernal machine! P. J. stamped his feet and shouted while the droid gazed calmly, vacantly ahead.