Crichton and Open
Crichton stood at the base of the tree and stared down at the fairly large picture frame he held in his hand. It was one of those ones where there were four different pictures in the frame, of different shapes and sizes, and each picture was of his friends back on Moya at different times. Hell, one of them was of Moya herself.
His rather shaky fingertips traced over the faces of most of the people in the pictures that filled the frame, although he couldn't help but laugh at the one of Rygel trying to hold court while Zhaan (oh, Christ, Zhaan, he missed her so frelling much) and Chiana continually distracted him. Aeryn sat with Pilot and a few DRDs in a different picture, and the picture of him, Jool and D'Argo sitting up on the observation deck, kicking back with a couple of fellip nectars was awesome.
Frell, he missed them. He missed his friends, he missed his home.