So, T'Nana asks why Mestral lied; Mestral's ingenious response is, "Because I knew you wouldn't understand." T'Nana accuses Mestral of "engaging in intimate activity," and Mestral tells her it depends on how she defines the word "in." He tells her he didn't initiate it, and T'Nana grabs his arm, telling him he's not to have any further suck-face time with "that woman" again. "You can't make that decision," Mestral informs her. "I'm still in command," T'Nana insists. "Command of what?" Mestral wonders. He tells her that their mission is over, and she needs to deal with the fact that they may never leave Earth. T'Nana watches him walk away.
At the Bar Mom's bar, T'Nana takes a break from sweeping to hold a red pot-bellied candle in her hands. She sits down and closes her eyes, her hands in her lap, but before she can start om-ing, Phenom Jack shows up. He apologizes for bothering her and asks what she's doing. T'Nana explains that she was preparing to meditate. "Really? Are you just trying to clear your mind or reach a higher spiritual mind?" Phenom Jack asks. T'Nana looks at him sharply. "I spend a lot of time at the library," he says apologetically. "Studying meditation techniques?" T'Nana asks. Phenom Jack says that's just one of his many interests, and he proceeds to show off his knowledge of Buddhist monks in Tibet and fakirs in India, who can almost stop their hearts using sheer willpower. T'Nana tells him he'd be surprised what a disciplined mind can accomplish. I've never had a disciplined mind -- it's more like a juvenile delinquent mind. Just wanders off without telling me, smokes, drinks, skips classes, and has a dirty mouth and a really bad attitude. T'Nana demands to know what else Phenom Jack studies "at this library," and of course, he studies astronomy. Phenom Jack asks what T'Nana likes to read, and she tells him that she has "an interest" in astronomy as well. "Oh, really?" Phenom Jack says, getting all excited. "Did you know that minutes after dusk, when the sun is just right, you can see Sputnik with the naked eye? Maybe tomorrow I could show you." Did you know that minutes after eight o'clock, when it's a Wednesday, you can see Quantum furrow his brow with the naked eye? Maybe next week I could show you. T'Nana's already seen it -- Sputnik, that is. Phenom Jack's face falls, but he clears his throat: "It's amazing -- don't you think?" T'Nana nods slightly, and Phenom Jack stutters that he'll let her get back to her meditation. "It was nice talking to you," the poor lovesick boy says. "And you," T'Nana says, and really sounds like she means it. Phenom Jack shuffles off; T'Nana sits there thoughtfully.