'Come bitter rain,
And wash from my heart
That saddest of all worlds: Home.'
Ulatempa Poetess, "Song of My Exile"
C.Y. 9825

Season 1 Episode 21 "It Makes a Lovely Light"

Forgotten Planet at the edge of the Triangulum galaxy, C.Y. 10091

They'd been stuck on this planet for five very long weeks in cramped quarters on the Maru and everyone's patience was starting to wear a little thin.

"Harper, we might be able to find what you're looking for if you told us what you are looking for!" Dylan shouted.

Harper flinched. "I'm sorry, boss, if I knew how describe it, I would. But I can't." He ducked into yet another vendor's stall and looked around briefly before moving onto the next one.

"Then how do you know what you're looking for if you can't describe it?" Beka asked.

He shrugged. "I'll know it when I see it?" He tried.

"Harper!" Beka and Dylan yelled at the same time.

He flinched again. "I'm sorry! How many times do I have to say it, I'm sorry. I would love to tell you what I'm looking for, but I don't know what it's called, and I don't know how to describe it. But have I ever let you down before?"

Beca started speaking, but Harper interrupted. "Don't answer that. Let me rephrase: Have I ever let you down when it really mattered?"

"Harper," Dylan said irritatedly, "If you don't know what it's called or what it looks like, how do you know it's even here?"

"Because. I just. Do." Harper sighed. He turned around to face Dylan and Beka. "Don't you ever just get the feeling like you need something, you don't know what it is and you take a stab in the dark to get it because no matter what you know you're gonna hit something?"

Dylan and Beka exchanged looks.

"Oh, I've seen that look before." Harper said nastily. "It's the 'Harper's finally lost it' look. Well, you know what? Maybe I did. You thought you knew me three years ago, but the was before Seefra. I may have taken too big of risks sometimes, but I always managed to get out of trouble without you guys. And on top of that, I just saw my planet destroyed. Gone, poof, blown up by the Nietzscheans. So just back off and let me do my job."

Beka sighed. "Harper, I'm sorry about Earth. I really am. It's just that we've been stuck here for over a month with no contact to anything outside of low orbit of this planet, we're surrounded by junk and you still haven't found what you need to fix the Maru. Can't you just jerry-rig something together so we can limp back to the Andromeda?"

"No, no way." Harper insisted. "This thing I'm looking for, it's irreplaceable. We're stuck here until I find a new one. I would fabricate one except I have no idea what it looks like because the one on the Maru was warped beyond recognition."

Beka was done. She turned around and started walking away. "Okay, well, why don't you find what you need and call me when the Maru is ready to leave."

"Where are you going?" Harper asked. Beka replied, "I'm doing what you wanted me to do. I'm backing off. I am going to find a bar. Maybe by the time I forget where I am it'll be time to leave." She muttered.

"You know what?" Dylan said. "I could use a drink too. And someone has to keep her from cheating everyone out of their money. Harper, if you find whatever it is you're looking for, get it back to the Maru and get it installed yesterday."

"Fine." Harper watched his friends disappear into the crowd. "Alright. Guess I'm working on my own. Again. Not exactly what I meant, but I'll take it." He looked up into the sky. "If there is a Divine being, why didn't you make me Doyle with me on this mission instead of Dylan? Or Trance, how 'bout Trance? Alright," He looked around. "to find the watcha-ma-callit."