“Come” he said.

Yaz entered the bridge with a look of worry and confusion across his face.

“Captain” said Yaz. “I think you’re going to want to have a talk with Arty.”

“What’s going on?” asked Jacob.

“That signal he said he found earlier when we first got here” explained Yaz. “Well, Arty said he’s recorded several different transmissions he’s picked up- 13 to be exact.”

“What do they sound like?”

“Well that’s just it sir. There are no transmissions. Lieutenant Queen is hearing something that isn’t there” said Hal with a tone of anguish.

“What do you mean ‘isn’t there’?”

“He’s got these recordings of silence. Dead silence. Frighteningly ambient silence and he swears that he hears voices in them. He’s even run them through the cleaning heads and said you can tell when the- I don’t know who the hell’s- emotions change” continued Hal. “He’s scaring the living shit out of me.”

Costner unbuckled himself from the flight seat and made his way past Yazami. Hal followed closely after as they moved through the main body of the ship, back to the observation compartment.

As the two men entered the room, they could hear a faint voice talking quietly, as if it were trying to reassure something or someone and not give itself away. Unable to make out what the voice was saying; Costner made his way deeper into the room. Lieutenant Queen sat at the antennae array station with large amounts of digital recording tapes and various tools floating about the work station. Costner saw that it was Queen speaking in the low, subtle tone, but didn’t know to whom the man was speaking to. “Lieutenant” said Jacob. Queen froze in his place and turned to face his commander. His face had become beet red and his eyes resembled those of a drunk after a long, hard night. He looked back at the picture of the moon in his window.

“Yes Captain. What can I do for you?” Queen asked.

“Yaz tells me you’ve tracked down that signal you heard earlier” said Jacob.