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sweetheart, but there are some things you can't fix. There are some things
you just have to accept."

"How do we know this is one of them until we've tried everything?" he
countered. His eyes locked with hers, and it was she who looked away this
time. Apollo stood quietly for several moments beside his oldest friend's
med-berth, clearing his mind of clutter and anger. When he opened his
eyes again, they were clear and focused. He placed his hands lightly
against Starbuck's temples and let his consciousness expand in waves, as
if his mind were being broadcast on a wideband frequency. And then,
Apollo narrowed his thoughts to a wedge, like probing tendrils, and he felt
his consciousness slipping into Starbuck's slumbering mind.

Apollo's consciousness skimmed like the shadow of a cloud passing over
a lake, a dark and bottomless lake, tumbling down and down, into
unrelieved, unbroken blackness and silence. Apollo probed deeper, but the
jet blackness made it difficult to tell just how deep he had gone, and still
there was no sign of Starbuck's own consciousness.

Deeper.. .just a little farther, Apollo promised himself; just a little
more, and then, if there's no sign of him, I'll turn back.

And down his consciousness tumbled, pressing on until he began to feel
the crushing, overwhelming weight of despair and hopelessness, the cold
of the void, as if Starbuck's mind were at absolute zero. Nothing could
exist here, no thought could resonate, no memory survive. It was the cold
of the void, the cold of the waiting grave.

Are you there? Apollo's mind-thought called out, the sound of it tiny
and swallowed by the greedy darkness. Starbuck, can you hear me?
Please, if you can hear me, just answer me, just give us something, some
hopeтАФ

And then he was racing toward a distant pinprick of light, far away, the
light of other days, racing faster and harder, and for a wild, heady
moment, Apollo thought he had found Starbuck, buried alive in a mental
cave-in.

"Apollo?"

StarbuckтАФ?

"Apollo, can you hear me? ApolloтАФ"

Starbuck, where тАФ

Suddenly, the light exploded all around him, momentarily blinding
him, making him cry out in pain.

"тАФcan you hear me?"