Dammit Harvey!! Crichton feels sick. So, it really was his fault. Harvey really has been no more under control than ever. Maybe he should move back to the brig...

"Don't bother, Valdis. I'm not going to use the same trick twice."

"How the hell did you do it, Harvey? How didn't I see?" Crichton demands.

"You said it yourself, John. You didn't notice such a small gap in your memory. A mere few seconds. More than that and you would have noticed."