Samantha and Prentiss strolled down the corridor. Despite the change of starship, Dragos's style in making a terrifying walk way was evident as ever. Instead of dark gray corridors there were red painted walls with large gray, sharp protrusions in the wall. Three years ago, he had prayed never to see the inside of the ship again when making his escape. Finally coming home after everything that had happened.

Approaching the Space Academy made home be renewed in his chest up into his mind, tears were shed, then getting out of the seeker leaving a message behind for Star Command Officials then make his way around the campus becoming acquainted to it again but making sure that not to stray too far from Command Control. Jason and the others always found ways to help people after Dragos had harmed them.

Being inside the dragonship brought back old memories. Fear, hopelessness, despair, sorrow, and loneliness. He had managed to survive by raiding Dragos's food pantry in accordance to when he felt hungry. Time had no meaning in the speed dimension. The chance of being rescued always prevailed over letting himself fall apart. His seeker being carefully slowly repaired over the captivity in order not to draw attention. He had to look presentable. So the academy uniform remained pristine and untouched by time through careful cleaning.

Prentiss wished that he could destroy the dragonship himself so that no one else would be allowed to suffer a horrendous fate. Dragos had stopped his experiments once the cadets had vanished then moved on to the other cadets that he had in his possession. Some of who were unable to be saved from a fate worse than death. And two cadets shared his fate but died. The same ones who wanted to help the new Command Commander and argued against taking Jason's starfire. In the end, he watched them die of old age and turn into dust before his eyes. He was the only survivor of Red Team 1. Five cadets went inside the Dragonship and only one came out.

Some of the technology responsible for his year of hell were still aboard the ship. His once glowing pink skin had dulled and faded to a shade of gray while his facial features refused to change. Professor Allen couldn't explain why his hair showed age as did the scans of his body as did his skin but not his face. His hands were clenched into fists. A year of his life more over forty years of his life were physically taken away from him.

All that was time he could never get back. He had dyed his hair brown before the graduation just to complete the allusion that he was young. But the color had gone away over the last week being paranoid that Dragos could storm right in attacking the academy when everyone least expected it, take the survivors, and perform even more cruel experiments than before. Maybe force a few of the cadets to watch painfully as other people were hurt. The play had yanked him out of those dark thoughts but they returned during the breaks. He was very afraid but he was back for a noble cause. What he couldn't do for Academy personnel, he could do for Command Personnel.

Prentiss came to a stop against the doorway then peered in observing a laid figure in the middle of the cell with a hand placed against his side in visible pain. His eyes moved toward the two alien guards standing at the table. His fists grew red while trembling beside the doorway plotting a big entrance into the room. From behind, he heard a small sound so the attention so the attention was turned toward Samantha.

She took out a long tube with smoke coming out of it then slid it toward the entrance of the floor. They held it allowing the white cloud to enter the room. The aliens stood up in alarm but began to visibly become ill. The aliens swayed while placing their hands on the table in the way of moving toward the entrance. The furry, dark clothed aliens fell to the ground with loud coughing.

"Go!" Prentiss shouted, Samantha jumped in into the cell wing bolting toward the cell.

"Sam!" Jason said, then coughed. "You are alive!"

Samantha gripped on to the bars then ripped them apart leaving enough space for him to come out.

"What did Dragos do to you?" Samantha got into the cell and knelt down to his side.

"Star Command is gone," Jason yelped as she helped him up to his feet. "Ah!"

Samantha grew a concerned expression for the young man.

"He hurt you," Samantha said.

"Don't mind him," Jason said, as he put a arm on her shoulder with a cough into his hand. "Mind getting out of here in one piece."

Jason covered his mouth and nose then they exited the cell making their way toward the exit.

"Matt," Jason said, immediately uncovering his mouth. "I didn't expect you to be part of the rescue mission."

"Your unexpected volunteer guide acting as a knight in shining armor," Prentiss said. "Count this as paying my debt."

"Will do," Jason said.

"This way," Prentiss said. "Silently."