"I understand that. We will vote out Red. But while we're all here, I just wanted to bring up something I thought of. Communications cut out before we could hear much. Maybe they tried to tell us that there were two impostors. And I think the second one could be Yellow."

"That is the dumbest fucking thing I have ever heard," I snapped.

"God, Cyan, shut up for a minute and led me finish. Yellow is a medic trainee and knows the medications on the ship. No one else does. He wasn't in the reactor with Lime. But Lime never specified that she was in the reactor when she was injected. We know Pink wasn't lying, so it couldn't have happened in that room. She could have met Yellow in the hallways. The medication could have been extended-release to allow him to set up an alibi. He was defending his friends and acting so upset to take suspicion off of him," Green said. "And don't you think he's been acting rather cocky this whole time?"

No matter how much I didn't want to believe that, it made total sense. I couldn't go against it.

"Don't go around accusing people when we don't have proof that you're safe. We don't know if there is another impostor, but if there is, you're absolutely a suspect," Yellow countered, sounding anxious. "And why would I kill her? Cy, you can back me up, right?"

"We know one of them is Red. But there could still be two. It could be Green, Brown, or Yellow," I reasoned. "And Green absolutely made some good points about Yellow. You could have killed her to take suspicion off yourself, since everyone knows how you feel about her."

"No, no, why are we accusing me?" Yellow cried. "We have proof Red is the impostor. Why don't we eject him first and go from there?"

"I am not an impostor! Yellow is not an accomplice!" Red sounded desperate. "Green is the impostor! He's been accusing everyone, is that not at all suspicious to any of you?"

"He's not accusing blindly. He makes good points for all of the evidence he gives," I reminded him.

"This is a fucking disaster," Yellow moaned, dragging his fingers through his hair in exasperation. "I just want to get home already and see my family. Cy, we're friends. You'd know if there was something wrong about my behavior. Please don't believe what anyone else is saying—I've defended you at every meeting, and you trust me, right?"

"Yellow, I can't say you're safe. There is more evidence of you being an impostor than there is to say you're innocent."

Yellow stared at me helplessly, looking crestfallen.

"Red," I continued. "A bit more evidence before you go. You adamantly insisted on voting someone out at the beginning. I didn't see you anywhere around the time White was killed. Maybe you were hiding in the vents waiting to ambush someone. You didn't even bat an eye when Lime died. Some of us were still trying to process the events that had happened, or maybe even feeling bad for Pink, but you didn't seem to care at all."

"See? The evidence against Red is overpowering. There is absolutely no reason for you all to be accusing me," Yellow said.

"I agree. There aren't any good reasons to accuse you. Green is just trying to get you voted out," Red pleaded. "If anything, maybe Brown is the impostor! There's nothing to prove her innocent! She's barely been—"

Brown and I broke out in bitter laughter. "Are you kidding me?" Brown snickered. "You're really resorting to that to save yourself?"

"There is zero proof, or even evidence, that Brown is an impostor. You're just acting desperate now," I sighed.

"I have been the only one on this ship who isn't panicking and losing all sense of order," Red snarled. "All of you are running around freaking out and pointing fingers at each other."

"We are doing it for a reason. If you felt like you could be a victim of murder, you'd probably be scared, too," I snapped back.

"We should vote now. I think we've proven far more points than were even necessary to discuss," Green said.

"Should I go get Black?" Yellow asked.

"No. She shouldn't be allowed to vote, since she missed the discussion," Red said quickly.

"Yeah, that settles it. I'm getting her." Yellow turned around and walked down the hallway to her cabin. He returned with Black, who looked a bit pale but otherwise fine. She didn't even ask what had happened; three seconds after she opened her tablet, her vote was submitted, and she glared at Red with a burning rage.

It took us mere seconds to vote. When Red reviewed the votes on his tablet, the color drained from his face.

"One vote Green," he choked out almost silently. He set his tablet down on the table.

"F-five votes . . . five—Red."

I glanced over at him. He seemed horrified but not panicking like everyone else was when they were or were about to be ejected. Even for Red, that seemed kind of strange.

He put up a fight as we led him away, but thankfully not too much. "I can do anything you need me to," he pleaded as we approached the airlock. Yellow and Green ignored him and opened the airlock. I shoved him inside. "It's not me, it's Green, I swear on my son's life! Try to prove it's not him—you can't!"

"Try to prove it's not you," Green countered. "You never set up your own argument."

Red didn't speak for a moment. He stared at us helplessly. "It was an honor working with you," he whispered. Then he turned and faced the outside door, the one that would suck him outside when it was opened.

I shut the inside door and latched it. Brown pulled the lever.

Just like that, the impostor was gone.