Libby is having a cigarette outside when, from the shadows, Burley snarls, "What's the matter? You all outta dicks to suck?" And then he wanders away chortling evilly. Do you think we're supposed to like Burley? I can't decide, because it's so subtle.

Iris drives a car out to approximately the middle of nowhere. There, she dumps out a bag of clothes, pours gasoline on them, and sets the pile ablaze.

About a hundred yards away from the middle of nowhere, Dolan watches the late-night bonfire from his own car.

Justin is in the kitchen reading when a young woman enters the kitchen. She's startled to see him, but Justin says he was just finishing up for the night. He says, "You must be the new girl," and sips his milk speculatively.

Ben is lying on his blanket. But he's not sleeping under a truck, for once. Just near one. He looks up as Sofie comes over to him, holding the tarot deck. Sofie sniffs, "I'm sorry. I just can't." She puts the cards down on the truck bed as Ben says, "It don't matter. You'd probably just give me another vague clue that will only make sense in retrospect five episodes from now." He straightens out the blanket he's lying on a little, and Sofie finally lies down on the ground next to him while the camera spins away. It's lucky Ben decided to sleep under the stars, because if he'd had to say "C'mon and curl up under the oil pan here," it wouldn't have seemed quite as sweet.

Next time: Ben asks, "Who was that masked man?" Varlyn catches up with the Carnivàle. And it looks like Sofie's finally going to do a reading. It had damn well be worth getting teased about it for three episodes.