Oh, my head...

Somewhere over Karn, a ship goes down.

doctor no more.

Can't all be blessed like me, can we?

Hell of a mess in here. Six crew, all dead. One stowaway. No fuel, no distress, nowhere to go. What happened to you?

I think you've eaten enough. Doesn't matter now, anyway. There's no food left. At this angle, this speed, this vessel's never making contact with anyone ever again. You're going to bed without your supper.

I'm just cleanin' up.

Have we? I don't remember. Don't take it personally, once you've met one emotionally stunted mass murderer with a god complex you've pretty much met them all.

Well you're not staying here. This is the bed you've made. This is the only way out. You lost. There's no food left, anyway. Take my hand. You won't feel a thing, I bet. ... Are you frightened?

Dust to dust.

Y'ever get that feeling? Like someone's walkin' over your grave.