Meanwhile, Tom returns to the Second Mass and imparts to Weaver the disturbing news that Clayton's map was wrong. The area was indeed rural, but there was no Farm of Doom to be seen. There's also been no sign of the Third Mass, and the escorts still aren't back. Weaver gives a husky and shifty-eyed, "Dammit," which is one of the greatest things I've ever seen. He's like my favorite actor of all time. Weaver says that Clayton had no reason to lie to them (OR DID HE?) (Yes, he did, we know that now.). Tom points out that absolutely nothing Clayton told them is holding up. He wants to send out search teams since the place can't be too far away. But Weaver is all, "No way." He says their orders are clear to hold their position, and Tom is like, "Yeah, orders from a douchebag who's selling our kids for his own gain." I mean, he doesn't say that since he doesn't know all that yet, but you get the drift. He's suspicious. Weaver says they're in a dicey situation and don't have a clue about what's really happening, but at this point Tom does not give a darn about Weaver's orders. He and Dai take off again while it's still dark out.

But then suddenly it's daybreak, and the Second Mass kids are walking through a lovely residential neighborhood. It's been quiet for a while, and Hal thinks that they've finally lost Clayton and his gang. Lourdes points out that it's still a long way to the school, and so they decide to take temporary refuge in a house for a few hours, so the little ones can rest. Didn't they make it from the school to the farm in one trip? These kids can't suck it up? I mean, I'm all for taking breaks. But contextually, I question this decision. Matt asks Hal how Mike will find them, and Hal is basically like, "Ummmm." I guess at this point there's a chance that Mike is still living, but it's highly doubtful.