Tom and Co. return to camp the next morning, bearing lots of oatmeal and some splattered Skitter guts. Lourdes beelines for Hal, because she wants him to finger her rosaries. Crazy Weaver looks surprised and a little disappointed to see Tom alive. He asks, "What took you so long?" because that's his thing. Tom and the others have gotten enough food for a few days. He uses this news to ease into the fact that Hal saw Ben. Weaver says that they're not going back and that their next objective is the Acton armory. Tom knows that and says that after they take the armory, he and Hal are going back for Ben. Weaver is all, "Uh, no." Tom asks Weaver what he'd do if he could get his kids back and Weaver says that Tom will never kill enough of them to get him back. Tom quotes Dai, saying that the Skitters die too -- you just have to get close. And then you just have wait for a year until thing is through gasping and chewing scenery.
Meanwhile, Dr. Anne Glass has a cupcake for Matt's birthday. Where the heck did she get that? If that cupcake was still in the store, it's like six months old. Though maybe it's a Hostess cupcake, made of Twinkie-like chemicals that never actually rot. A matchstick serves as a candle and Matt makes his wish. Tom starts to apologize for not having any presents, but Hal jumps in with a bag containing something exciting. Hal tells Matt that it's from Tom, and Tom gives Hal his specialty "pregnant with meaning" gaze. Matt opens the gift, which is one of those Ripstick skateboard things. Dai shows up with a helmet. With about ten minutes to go until they leave, Matt jumps on the Ripstick as everyone stands around and watches him as twinkly music plays. It's like when that dillwad in American Beauty made a big deal out of a plastic bag blowing in the wind. I mean, the human spirit can't be crushed or whatever. Nor can product placement! It's like, oh, such a moment almost makes me forget that we're in the middle of post-apocalyptic warfare, except for the fact that I haven't showered for eight months and I have ammo strapped to my chest and my other kid is being mind-controlled by alien overlords. How rare and delightful. To his credit, Matt shares with a couple of other stupid kids. Even Weaver is moved for half a second before he gives the signal to Tom that it's time to move out. The post-apocalyptic parade moves west, as the Skitter ship looms in the distance. With that, hour one has come to a close. Take this moment to stretch, get a drink and be glad that you don't have a giant tentacle up your back.