When we return, Tom is running through the now-sunnier woods, trying to find Rick. His first clue is a footprint. The second is Rick's voice screaming, "No! Wait! Please, I told you all I know! All I want to do is come back! Please! Please!" And then we see Rick on the ground with Megan nowhere in sight. Dude. The Skitters don't even WANT him. Once again proving themselves more perceptive than humans! Hearing Rick's desperation, Tom can't bear to shoot him. He asks who Rick is talking to and all Rick can say is, "They left me." He only wanted to be with them, but they didn't care. This is what happens when you creep people out! Note to all half-alien hybrids out there: just pretend to be normal! You catch more flies with honey! Tom asks if there are Skitters around, but Rick is so self-obsessed he can't answer any questions but the ones circling in his own head. He says, "I'm not one of them. I'm not one of you." A foot in two cultures but belonging to none! It's like the whole pantheon of second-generation immigrant literature, all bundled up into one kid who can climb walls sometimes.

Rick says he doesn't want to live like this anymore, and tells Tom to go ahead and shoot him. What an opening! Tom acts like he's never even considered such a thing. Which: bitch, please. Tom assures Rick that he didn't follow him into the woods to kill him -- he's there to take him home. Again, bad idea! Just let him wander around in the woods for perpetuity or something! He'll be fine. Rick then starts crying and says he really misses his dad. Way to pull on Tom's heartstrings, kid. Seriously, though, I think he's probably talking about his six-legged dad. Rick says that he's sorry, and Tom comforts him and says that it's okay. But it's actually not okay. To wit, Rick says, "I thought they loved me, but all they wanted was information." Tom gives Rick a, "Whatchoo talkin' 'bout?" kind of look and asks what he told the aliens. Rick's answer? "I told them everything. The school. Weaver. You. Everything." I repeat: everything. As if they weren't screwed enough! What would be awesome is if Tom shot Ricky right now without saying another word? Doesn't happen, though. Rick will live to try to sabotage all humans again.

Back on the road, the fighters are getting closer to the Skitter Bay Luxury Condos. Weaver looks troubled and calls all his people together. He says that if the 4th and 5th had made it to their set point, their runners were supposed to meet the 2nd Mass in the spot where they are now. He says that they have to assume that the 4th and 5th have been taken out. Uh, genius, that's what everyone else already WAS assuming. They can retreat, or keep going. Weaver, of course, wants to keep going, because he's a psychopath. But, he says that each of the fighters has to make his or her own decision. Pope steps forward and says that before this becomes a weepy Oprah moment, he'd like to note that if they turn back now it would be a waste of some damn fine munitions. He yells, "You call yourselves a resistance, right? SO RESIST! Let's light these alien freaks up!" If he lives and the earth somehow returns back to normal, I think Pope has a fine career as a motivational speaker ahead of him. Anthony is all for going forward, especially if it puts a cork into "old Charlie Manson." He's in. And so is Hal! I guess that means everyone else is in too.