Syd's worst nightmares come true when sie and M.J.'s fast response to a crybaby distress call from the Tailwind Nebula ends in a complete cloister duck. I mean, like, murder. Like three thousand black birds baked in a pie murder. However, Rosalie assures it's nothing a little timely-applied nightsand won't fix, provided Syd is willing to play patty-cake.