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(Here we go.)

Sauron was tired, which didn't make sense. Exo weren't supposed to get tired. He'd been monitoring all three of their resident headcases after the medical staff went and got some sleep, and was worried about his own brain too. He needed a drink. As we walked to the pub, he mused that he was probably the only person on the ship save for the Servitors who was awake. Then he walked into the pub.

His old friend Corbin was sitting there. What was odd about this was that Corbin had died on Europa nearly 700 years ago. If you'd asked Sauron about this, he would have been surprised. But not now.

Sauron sat down.

"Kinda dead tonight, ain't it?"

Corbin laughed.

"Do tell, Sauron. Do tell."

Sauron took up this invitation by downing another drink, and the pair talked for quite some time. Then, Sauron stretched and slid his glass away.

"Well, Corbin, I've been meaning to ask. Why do I keep seeing so much of you all, and why is it always about Ceres?"

"Dunno. Guess it's some kind of Survivor effect. All I know is that this is a hallucination, and you've been downing toliet water like a fine wine for the past two hours."

And then Sauron woke up, leaning on a toliet like it was a bar.