Okay, so D'Argo finds this old Luxan who steals energy from Moya to become young again, they have lots of sex, and then D'Argo makes her give Moya's energy back and the Luxan dies. Can I be excused now? Oh, fine. I'll do it. Just don't expect me to like it.
In the misty mountains, a spindly castle waits. Will they find Sleeping Ugly? Snow Yellow? Or just Ancientrella? D'Argo, Zhaan, and Crichton -- all decked out in sweeping fancy clothes for their court date -- approach the castle. Zhaan greets a fearful-looking servant and asks about the Luxan they're expecting to see there. The servant scuttles off, scared. Crichton calls after him, "Hey, buddy, we're expected. Where're you going?" No response. Crichton bitches about the cold and the lack of magazines in the waiting room. Yeah, it's too bad they can't stock The UTne Reader, Sebacean Living, or Cooking Luxan. Meanwhile, Crichton looks so hot in his long black leather coat, I'm surprised he even feels the cold. You know what makes it sexier than Spike's leather duster? The buckles. Buckles are hotter than buttons and zippers, but not as hot as toggles. I forgot that they try to build up some suspense here -- which never seems to get realized -- as D'Argo recognizes some traditional Luxan lamps used to ward off evil. The fearful servant comes back. "Number seventy-eight?" Crichton asks. Sometimes I think he babbles nonsense at people who have no hope of understanding him just to hear himself talk. Either that or it's a defense mechanism when he feels nervous or out of his element. The fearful servant runs away again. They take this to mean that they should follow. I guess he bugged his left eye more than his right to communicate all this -- those translator microbes are fucking awesome!
As the trio reaches a white gauzed doorway, a menopausal voice tells them to stop. The voice then marvels over the existence of another Luxan. She's also impressed to see a Delvian and a species she can't identify; however, she's only interested in D'Argo and orders him to come forward. D'Argo pauses. "What's the matter? Are you hideous?" the voice asks. No, that would be you. The voice wants to see D'Argo. He introduces himself as "Ka D'Argo." The voice thinks he's a bit young for a general. Crichton turns to Zhaan and thinks she's losing her eyesight if she thinks D'Argo's a general. Seriously? What does he know from Luxan generals? The voice rebukes Crichton that she's not losing her hearing. The voice moves the body slightly into a rectangle of light shafting down over the bed and says her name is Nilaam. D'Argo gets all upset and begs forgiveness: "I did not realize." He turns to leave. Nilaam orders him to stay. "You're an Orican," D'Argo whimpers. Nilaam says that doesn't justify him collapsing in fear, and orders him to look at her. He does. She's ugly, with hair growing in braids everywhere and black leathery pieces on her face that look like a horse bridle crossed with my old headgear, but is probably actually her skin. Nilaam forces D'Argo to come closer! Closer! Closer! Now he's on the fourth step! Now he's on the fifth step! HE'S HERE! Did I make you scream? I'm bored now. Nilaam points out that D'Argo can see she's dying. Then die and let's get on with it! D'Argo offers, "If you wish it, then I will attend." Nilaam asks if he thinks he's worthy. Crichton's pulling all sorts of confused faces in the background, while Zhaan keeps bowing her head at intervals. D'Argo tells her she has to judge his worthiness. "Exactly so," she says, and pulls out a knife. Okay, she doesn't, but if she were Klingon she would have. She extends a quivering hand. The hand powers up like the Death Star becoming fully operational and then she shoves the hand inside D'Argo's gut. D'Argo bellows. John tries to come to the rescue, but D'Argo orders him to stand back. Nilaam gropes D'Argo's insides (I sincerely hope she doesn't leave her watch in there) and comments that D'Argo is strong but not worthy. She flings him back, screaming, "FRAUUUUUUUUUUD!" D'Argo flies through the air, through the doors, and lands in a heap of head tentacles. Nilaam telekinetically slams her bedroom door like grounded a fifteen-year-old.
Credits.
D'Argo awkwardly stumbles to his feet, insisting that he's fine. Crichton insists that he can't be fine after a geriatric rummaged around in his colon. Zhaan looks him over with a healing eye. D'Argo says they should leave now; Crichton agrees. Zhaan tells D'Argo he doesn't want to leave. Yes, he does, and so do I. episode! Zhaan whispers fiercely to Crichton that D'Argo has been humiliated. Crichton thinks D'Argo got off easy. Zhaan insists that as an Orican, a holy woman, she doesn't mean to harm D'Argo. Because holy people NEVER harm people. Which is what John says, actually. Damn. He needs to stop recapping this show. Although, if he wants to sub in for this episode, he's more than welcome. Crichton pointedly asks what Nilaam is doing out there all alone. Zhaan can't answer that. "Exactly, she could have been excommunicated. She could have been kicked out for putting her hands in other PEOPLE'S BUSINESS!" Crichton yells at the closed door. Heh. No matter how bad the episode, you can always count on a few giggles courtesy of Crichton. Especially when he yells. D'Argo tells Crichton that Nilaam's worthiness isn't in question, his is. Crichton yells some more that just because some ancient Luxan doesn't like the feel of his spleen, it doesn't mean she gets to call his friend a fraud. D'Argo shakes Crichton and says she called him a fraud because he's not a general. "Well, who said you were?!" Crichton demands angrily. D'Argo did. That's what the Ka before his name means. Also the tattoos on his chin wang. D'Argo explains that he never was really a Ka, he just pretended to be a Ka on the battlefield to save his real Ka and battalion from slaughter and then was captured as a Ka. Ka. Ka. Ka. Kaka. "But you saved the real general's ass, right? So tell me, what the hell is she bitching about?" Crichton demands. Zhaan agrees with Crichton, but she puts it more Zhaanishly: "Your fraud served a higher purpose. She has to see that." And tough noogies if she doesn't, claims Crichton. D'Argo agrees. "Good, then let's get back to Moya and heat up some Irish Coffees," Crichton says, slapping D'Argo on the back. Mmm, Irish Coffee. D'Argo insists on going and explaining himself to the Holy Intestine Groper.
As D'Argo re-enters Nilaam's bedroom, Nilaam complains that she didn't invite him back. D'Argo wishes to say something. "I could kill you where you stand," Nilaam mutters. No, only Glark can do that. Nonetheless, D'Argo wishes to tell her the truth about himself. He reminds her that Oricans are truth-seekers and she's not a true Orican if she doesn't listen to him. Nilaam, who has gotten out of bed and is hobbling around, chuckles, "I knew you had strength, I needed to know if you had FIRE!" Yep, D'Argo's a spunky one.
Thankfully, we FINALLY get up to Moya and also Aeryn's hair. Chiana is crooning some alien song as she washes clothes in a tub thing that is also connected to Moya in some way. It's lit with blue light and is steaming. Aeryn stomps in and presents more clothes to be cleaned. "Oh, no problem," Chiana trills, "Room for us both." Aeryn meant that Chiana should wash her clothes as well. Chiana's annoyed by this and says she isn't Aeryn's servant. She wonders if Aeryn is allergic to Moya's amnexus fluids. It's sort of gross and awesome that they are using fluids from a living being to wash things. Like how cats have special cleaning agents on their tongues. Am I going to liken everything concerning Moya to cats? Probably. Aeryn points out that Chiana is already cleaning D'Argo's clothes. "Yeah, but I like D'Argo," Chiana retorts.
Oh, crap. We're back at Neuschwhinestein already. That's it, I need a whole drink, none of this sipping shit. Crichton is asking what "attending to" Nilaam means. "Whatever she wants it to mean," D'Argo breathes. So, now he's a hooker? Crichton asks if that means Nilaam can snack on D'Argo's liver with a nice Chianti. Ooh, I have Chianti somewhere. D'Argo's there to assist Nilaam's dying, her passing into the realm. Someone mentions a ritual, and Crichton gets tetchy. D'Argo and Nilaam are going to bond and form an emotional and spiritual link. D'Argo is going to transfer energy to the Orican as she dies. What does she need energy for? Dying is sort of like driving a Prius -- it's the ultimate in energy conservation. Crichton freaks at the energy transfer mention, and D'Argo admits that he could die if things go slightly down the FUBAR path. Now, this is the kind of show that would kill major characters -- I mean, the kind of show that does kill major characters, so it's never entirely certain that one of them won't be killed off in any given episode. It's out there, they could die. HOWEVER, if they had killed D'Argo in such a stupid way for such a boring plot, I would have stopped watching forever. Aren't you glad they didn't kill D'Argo in this episode? I mean, where else would you look for recaps? Oh, right, Couch Baron, Jacob, Strega, and Sobell. Well, you're just a bunch of ingrates and as punishment, I'm going to stop recapping this episode. ["... Sitting right here." -- Sars] Yeah, I'm not allowed to do that. Basically, Crichton argues, D'Argo argues, and then D'Argo wins. There's no rock-paper-scissoring this one, John.
On Moya, Aeryn prowls around her prowler. D'Argo arrives. Aeryn asks if he found his Luxan. "Yes, I will tell you about it later," he pauses, "or, if I don't, Zhaan and Crichton will." Aeryn doesn't notice this portentous phrasing and just looks around for John. I want her hair.
Crichton's still at Neuschwhinestein. He goes to Nilaam's deathbed and tries to get her to promise not to hurt D'Argo because the idea of losing people he cares about scares him. She can't make such a promise. Crichton sits on her bed and asks just how important the Ritual of Passing is. Suffice to say, it's really quite very extremely important.
D'Argo packs up some things in his room. Rygel zooms in to kibitz inappropriately, but Chiana arrives to physically shut Rygel up by grabbing his face. With her hand still over Rygel's puppet mouth, Chiana asks if the "ritual thing" he's going to do is dangerous. D'Argo looks her in the eye and makes a decision. He shakes his head: "Not in the least. I'll be back soon." D'Argo heads out and says, "Make sure he doesn't eat my share of the food," indicating Rygel. Chiana looks worried as Rygel makes muffled noises. "You heard him," Chiana says, releasing Rygel. "Yes, I heard him," Rygel says ponderously, "but somehow I don't believe him." I don't think Chiana does either.
Back in Neuschwhinestein. Crichton waits in the InStyle-less waiting room as D'Argo starts the ritual. There's a lot of annoying start-up to it: D'Argo is strong, Nilaam is old, blah blah blah death-ritual-cakes. They do a blood-sister/blood-brother thing where they cut their palms and then clasp hands. The blood drips black, and seems to drip loudly if the drums are to be believed. More ritual. Crichton is worried and gets up a few times, but restrains himself. You know what they say, if the ritual death room is rockin', don't come knockin'! On Moya, Chiana looks up in concern. She's washing clothes but she seems to sense something is afoot. "D'Argo, your spirit! So strong! I never felt so much power! I must try!" Nilaam climaxes. More loud black blood. Shit shakes in the room. D'Argo screams. Crichton tries to break in. The Qualta blade that has been hovering finally falls and ruins a perfectly nice bronze tea set.
Crichton breaks in. Nilaam pants at him to leave them because the ritual isn't done. Crichton tells her the death party is over. "You're too late!" she calls. "I said it's over," Crichton insists, and whips out Wynonna. Nilaam releases D'Argo's hand and a curiously (boring!) young hand does a "Stop! In the Name of Love!" gesture. Wynonna sparks and smokes and burns Crichton's hand. He drops her. His hand sizzles. But not as much as his BODY! You know I can't resist those, right? D'Argo pants and squeezes his cut hand. KY Jelly drips down to show that he's in the clear. Get it? When the blood runs... oh, never mind. I'm drunk; it's funny. Crichton hastens to D'Argo's side and asks if he's okay. D'Argo's not sure and asks what happened. "I'm not sure, ask Grandma here," Crichton bitches. But, d'oh! She's not Grandma anymore, because the Big Bad Wolf of death has been sliced open to reveal a hot, young, pain-free Luxan who is ready and willing for sex. "D'Argo, we did it!" the Sexan preens. Crichton is stunned. And stunning. Sexan glimmers that D'Argo has given her life. No, he's given you Botox. D'Argo's got a big grin on his face. And a wand in his pocket.
Up on Moya, Chiana's in a bit of a bind. Moya's All Temperature Cheer has solidified around her legs. Her yarn-over-cotton pants make her look like Geordi LaForge when he turned into a salamander thing that could only be seen in special light. I guess Special Light Salamander is better than Sex Salamander. Chiana bellows for Zhaan and Aeryn. Aeryn arrives and laughs at Chiana, asking what she did. "Get me out of here?" Chiana pleads. "When did I become your servant?" Aeryn parrots. Chiana tells her to just help her and save the silky-haired remarks for later. Zhaan arrives. "What did she do?" Zhaan demands, prodding at the solid amnexus fluids. I love that they automatically assume Chiana's at fault. I would, too. Zhaan asks if Pilot knows what's going on. "Only that Moya's hydric system is failing on a number of tiers: cause unknown," Pilot responds.
Once Crichton ascertains that D'Argo is alive and ready and willing, he leaves so the two Luxans can have all the sex. Basically, Sexan says that she initially wondered if D'Argo was powerful enough to bring her back from the BRINK OF DAWN! I mean, death. And he was and she's young and she wants him to reap the rewards. The fucking rewards. She starts by licking his nipples before Crichton is even out of the room. Interesting that D'Argo's nipples look just like everyone else's.
On Moya, Aeryn hacks at the solid Tide around Chiana. She has no luck and Zhaan, with her magical solvents, is faring just as poorly. Pilot announces that they have more serious problems: parts of Moya's outer hull are peeling like a bad sunburn.
Crichton, in the Neuschwhinestein waiting room, learns what is going on with Moya. Zhaan says they urgently need him and D'Argo. Crichton, ever the wingman, says D'Argo's still engaged but he'll be right up.
Sounds of D'Argo's engagement are loud and repetitive. As the two Luxans lie panting in their afterglow, Sexan tells D'Argo that she wants to go home and start a new life. A new life with him. D'Argo wonders how she can find her way home. Apparently, she can do anything and can even help his friends. D'Argo wants to see his son again. Sexan promises they will find him because anything is possible now. Even multiple orgasms!
Up above, Moya quivers, and Pilot reports an outer hull breach but there's no decompression to worry about because Moya's inner walls are unaffected. Curiouser and curiouser.
Crichton checks out Chiana's washerwoman legs. He knocks on the solid (solid as a rock!) amnexus fluid. DRDs crowd around inquisitively. Chiana announces that she can't feel her feet. Frustrated by her unsuccessful efforts to hack through with a pole, Aeryn muses, "I wonder if I have any grenades left." Heh. She walks off, leaving Chiana to bleat that Aeryn had to be kidding, right? "Well, with Aeryn... you never know," Crichton says. Exactly, but you always get good hair. Rygel sleepily joins them in a velvet dressing gown over pajamas -- I find it very odd that Rygel seems to have the same stripy blue pajamas I gave to my father for Christmas ten years ago -- and wants to know what the big fat emergency is. "How about breaches in the outer hull?" Crichton tells him. Rygel yawns and reminds them that the inner hulls are secure. "Yeah, but we need you to take your scooter out there in the tight spaces and check for weak spots," Crichton tells him. "Can't the DRDs do that?" Rygel whines. They can and are, but Rygel still needs to help out. "If I must, but you're worrying about nothing -- hull breaches are nearly unheard of on leviathans," Rygel notes. And then Pilot reports there's an inner hull breach. Something depresses in the wall of the chamber Chiana, Rygel, and Crichton are in. They scream and grab onto each other as decompression starts. Crichton yells at pilot to seal off the tier. As the DRDs fight to survive, a metal tool is blown through Moya's innards and into outer space. Crichton yells at Rygel to grab his hand. Rygel bellows, "Crichtooooon!" before his ass is blown into the hull breach. And stays. In essence, Rygel's fuzzy butt is the finger in the dyke. For now. Chiana comments that Rygel has finally made himself useful. Rygel gasps that he's stuck.
Pilot reports that decompression has stopped and asks what happened. "We got lucky -- Sparky's got a big ass," Crichton reports. Pilot's confused. "Butt. Hole. I'll explain later, Pilot," Crichton tells him and checks the hull around Rygel. He tells him he's a tight fit, as long as he doesn't move. Rygel struggles and oxygen fizzes. Crichton grabs Rygel's head (HANDS ON THE -- oh, who cares? I hate this episode.) and orders him not to move. Aeryn returns from checking Moya's hull where she saw some gaps and Rygel's backside. "And was I... intact?" Rygel asks, pleadingly. "You seemed to be all there but I can't say I looked too closely," Aeryn responds, raising a magnificent eyebrow. Were I a hair on that eyebrow that I might touch that... brow. Aeryn hands over something scabby and metallic and tells Crichton it's part of the largest hull hole, and it came off very easily in her hands. Crichton hopes it will help Zhaan figure out what's going on. Rygel struggles more. Crichton stops him. Chiana asks if he's trying to kill all of them now. Rygel says he can't help it, "I'm being crushed, I can't breathe." "Then... don't... BREATHE!" Crichton orders. Rygel whimpers. D'Argo and the Sexan arrive. "Who's that and why is she here?" Rygel demands, echoing Chiana's clearly upset thoughts. D'Argo introduces Sexan and says she's there to help. Help kill them all, maybe. Chiana's pissed. Sexan says she's there to heal the outer hull of the ship, and Rygel's all for that. "I thought you said she was ancient," Chiana hisses at Crichton. "I -- I know!" Crichton hisses back jerking his head around to say he will explain later. D'Argo closes his eyes as Sexan closes hers to apply some healing handjobs.
Moya shakes violently, and Zhaan demands to know what's going on. Pilot reports that the tremors are occurring all through Moya and increasing the hull deterioration. Get the bitch off the ship! Crichton tells Sexan she's making things worse. "It's a healing incantation -- it should work," Sexan says wonderingly. Chiana scoffs at this. Rygel tells her to try another, try anything. Sexan says she needs to meditate to find another way, and asks D'Argo to direct her to a private place. I though she already knew the way to his private place.
Sexan meditates. D'Argo interrupts her and accuses, "We did this, didn't we? We caused this problem, we're harming Moya." Sexan promises that she didn't know this would happen. D'Argo asks what happened. Turns out? The power she sensed during the ritual wasn't D'Argo, it was Moya. She didn't realize the orbiting ship was a bio-mechanoid. Now I'm annoyed. She could tell that D'Argo was a fraud just from stuffing her hand in his appendix, but she couldn't sense a living ship wandering about above her? Bitch. Sexan insists there must be a way to put it all right and still keep her girlish good looks: "This ritual shouldn't keep draining strength from the leviathan -- she should recover." "She is dying," D'Argo points out. Sexan thinks she can save Moya, but she needs to go down and consult her scrolls on the planet. D'Argo refuses to abandon Moya. Sexan walks to a bulkhead and presses her hand on it. It sizzles. "I am a disease to this ship, get me away from her, it might at least slow the process down," Sexan says. That's not good enough for D'Argo. Sexan asks him to let her try everything she can.
Aeryn suggests to Zhaan that it's more than a little odd that Moya got sick right around the time Sexan found the fountain of youth. "They're not necessarily linked," Zhaan says. Oh, open your big blue eyes! They are! Just because she's holier than shit doesn't mean she's not culpable in this! Anyway, Zhaan thinks that if Sexan is responsible, she can fix it. Aeryn's not sure Sexan wants to. Pilot asks if he can have a word with Aeryn. Privately.
In Pilot's Chamber, Pilot is in really bad shape. His connections are deteriorating and he's suffering as much as Moya. He also appears to have developed asthma. It's something that happens to pilots only when they reach old age. Aeryn insists on finding Sexan and to make her cough up Moya's mojo. Pilot locates Sexan on her way to a transport pod. Aeryn promises stormily to Pilot that she won't let Sexan keep what she's stolen.
Aeryn runs through the corridors armed with a very large gun. Crichton sees her and asks what's up. "D'Argo and his woman are going to make a run for it -- I'm going to stop them," she tosses back. "Not with that thing you aren't!" Crichton counters. "Watch me," Aeryn retorts. Oh, I will. It goes without saying, but: awesome Aeryn hair in this scene. I want to bottle and lather, rinse, repeat with it every day.
In slo-mo, Aeryn and Crichton reach the launchbay just behind Sexan and D'Argo. "Aeryn!" Crichton yells, ruining the element of surprise. D'Argo and the Sexan turn. Aeryn fires. D'Argo throws his body in front of Sexan screaming cinematically, "Nooooooooooooooo!" Aeryn reacts to this turn of events by slightly dropping her jaw and contorting her magnificent brows. Sexan does more; she bows her head, her eyes flare red for a moment, and the oncoming blast disperses in two separate pieces around D'Argo. They flare out and hit a bulkhead instead. Sexan glares, and suddenly, Aeryn and Crichton are encased in plastic prisms. Sexan urges D'Argo to leave with her. He does.
A DRD hums around and the plastic prisms shatter. "What was that?" Aeryn asks. "Pins and needles!" Crichton announces, "You're asking the wrong spaceman!" In response to Crichton's shout, Pilot wheezes that the transport pod containing D'Argo and Sexan left fifteen microts ago.
Neuschwhinestein. Nothing Sexan has done is helping the situation. She suggests they get away in the transport pod, because distancing herself from Moya might help. "Leave my friends?" D'Argo breathes incredulously. "D'Argo, it's just a ship!" Sexan ventures. "Moya is NOT just a ship!" D'Argo retorts. Seriously. D'Argo accuses Sexan of taking Moya's life to restore her own. Sexan snorts, "The life of a leviathan for the life of an Orican." Oh, just kill her now. Kill her badly. They shout and argue. I gulp and drink. Sexan perches on her sex-mussed bed and says she can't lose her young, nubile body and she can't lose him. "D'Argo, I don't know what to do," she breathes, "tell me what to do." Die, bitch, die!
Crichton arrives, calling out to D'Argo that they need to talk. What happened to the fearful servant? D'Argo appears in the doorway of the bedchamber, his Qualta blade raised and ready. Crichton pointedly pulls Wynonna from his hip... his hip... his hip, um, holster. Yeah, his hip holster! And places it on the table. He's unarmed. Except for that deadly sexiness. D'Argo lowers his blade. Crichton tragically rasps that they're out of time. Moya's hull is deteriorating and Pilot can't do a thing. "You know what's causing it," Crichton says gently. "John," D'Argo pleads, "[Sexan] isn't evil." Crichton says that changes exactly nothing. D'Argo begs Crichton to understand. "I understand," Crichton says flatly. "What she's doing is killing Moya." "She didn't mean it," D'Argo insists. "Doesn't matter," Crichton repeats. It's murder and Crichton knows it and D'Argo knows it and now my cats know it. D'Argo bellows tearfully that he knows what has to be done, and flings his Qualta blade across the room. It sort of looks like he TKs it, but I'm not entirely certain. Nor do I really care in this wasteland of an episode. While a monkish choir intones on the soundtrack, D'Argo breaks down in silent but manly tears. Bringing over the Qualta blade, Crichton carefully sits down to D'Argo. He looks at D'Argo, but then looks away again without speaking. D'Argo sneezes. Okay, so I guess it's not a sneeze, it's a wordless spasm of pain and frustration. But it sounds like a sneeze. D'Argo says that he came to Neuschwhinestein to end "this," and end it he will. Please end it soon. Crichton silently offers him the blade. D'Argo takes it.
In her bedchamber, Sexan plays with candles. D'Argo enters and says, "It's time." "D'Argo," Sexan begins, "the gifts you gave me, youth [orgasms], happiness [orgasms], passion [orgasms], I know I can't keep them but I have treasured them." D'Argo has treasured her as well. I will treasure returning this episode to Netflix. Sexan's not afraid any more, she's just not sure she wants to travel her chosen path. She needs D'Argo's strength. I need it too. The ritual begins again. There's lots of ritual things happening. And then there's more. The Qualta blade raises in both their hands and finally, finally, FINALLY stabs Sexan. They yank the blade out, the blood is black. Sexan mutters something ritualistic and a drop of black blood falls and shatters into pretty sparkly things. With a ponderous boom, the Qualta blade falls. And then bounces, because the floor bounces. How odd. Outside, Crichton looks up from his closed-eye vigil. Even in the flickering lamplight, you can see he's been crying. In the chamber, D'Argo kisses a fully aged and fully dead Sexan. Necrophilia! D'Argo turns Sexan's face into his neck and pants sadly.
On Moya, Chiana seems to be drunk on the fact that she can now walk around again. Zhaan soothes Rygel's feet as Rygel blusters that he's going to do something to D'Argo's nether regions if he's lost any sensation below the belt. Given his state of mind, I don't think D'Argo would notice. Zhaan manages to tickle Rygel's feet, so I guess he's fairly intact.
In Pilot's Chamber, Aeryn gently asks Pilot if there's anything more she can do to speed up the healing process. "Nothing, I'm aware of. Moya and I... thank you for your concern," Pilot responds. The odd catch in Pilot's slight pause there is all the more meaningful in light of "The Way We Weren't." This growing intimacy that Aeryn and Pilot share is close to being completely torn apart and neither of them even realizes it yet. Aeryn learns from Pilot that while leviathans can live for over three hundred cycles and Pilot things live for over a thousand, the Pilot things will not be able to survive past their bonded leviathan. "I would not have it any other way," Pilot assures Aeryn. Aeryn takes Pilot's hand and squeezes it while looking into his dinner plate eyes.
Neuschwhinestein. Crichton finally walks into the bedchamber and sees an empty bed. Happy music trills. At least, I think the bed's empty. There's sort of a long tubular thing on top of the bedspread that is definitely not corpse-shaped, but maybe Oricans turn into throw pillows when they die. Crichton looks over at D'Argo, sitting in a chair. "Do you want me to get lost?" he asks. D'Argo asks why he'd want that. To give him time alone. D'Argo tells John that he wants time alone, but not yet.