When Grif returned to the Fool's Errand he found Cyrus and Amys waiting for him in Bay One.
They remained in character until the transport decoupled from the hull and returned to the Centurion. At that point all three let out a long sigh.
Amys grinned at Grif. "They didn't find a goddamn thing."
"That's right!" Cyrus laughed. "They went through Bay Three with a fine-tooth comb and still couldn't find the door! And you were right about the search party--some of those marines had been through here before. They didn't recognize the Wardroom, they didn't recognize our living quarters, and one of them kept asking me for directions the entire time. Nobody could tell it was the Fool's Errand, Grif. If they couldn't find anything now, I don't think they're ever going to find anything ever."
"Good," Grif said.
Amys frowned. "You don't seem too happy about it. How'd it go with you?"
Grif stared at the seal to the nadir lock and didn't answer.
Amys' frown deepened. "Grif? Talk to me."
Cyrus' good mood vanished as he looked from Amys to Grif. "Oh, hell," he said. "Something bad happened."
"Yeah…" Grif snapped out of it and turned toward them. "Just us on board, right?"
"Right." Grif headed toward the door. "Meeting in the Wardroom, one hour."