With the majority of the kids asleep in the house's bedrooms, Lourdes spies a piano and walks over to it. It turns out she plays. Due to some divine intervention or a writer who likes to torture us, there is sheet music for a hymn called "Once in Royal David's City" on the piano. Fucking Lourdes says, "One of my favorites." Only this bitch would have a favorite church hymn. And THEN she starts playing! You're going to wake the kids! And attract the very men with guns who are trying to capture you! Pianos are loud, dude. One can only hope that a shot through the window will pierce her just as she is warbling her final "Amen." Hal finds a petrified birthday cake and a dusty bottle of water, while Ben gazes upon Ricky's back nubs and then feels his own. Likely prompted by the fact that he doesn't want to be lumped in the same freaky category as Rick, Ben tells Hal that he wants to go ahead and get help. Hal thinks that they should all stay together, but Ben points out that everyone except him (maybe because of the Skitter blood?) is exhausted. Plus, he can move faster on his own. Jimmy is suspicious, and asks Ben what will happen if he gets lost or just keeps going. Ben is all, "Keep going where?" The "you nubbist douchebag" is implied. Hal says that Ben is right, and the only place he's going is the school. Hal gives Ben his orders, which are basically to run fast if anyone is after him. Ben sincerely and seriously thanks Hal for getting him from the Skitters, and then they insult each other and trade a manly pat on the shoulder.

With that, Ben is running down a road en route to the Second Mass. He's pausing to drink water from a stream when he hears voices -- it is, of course, Clayton and the kidsnatchers. They're on the trail of the kids, and so Ben heeds his orders and runs fast.

Back at the school, Sarah still hasn't given birth after hours of labor, and her baby isn't moving. Anne announces that baby is breach, meaning the head is facing up instead of down and it can't enter the birth canal. Babies are so stupid when they do that. Like it isn't hard enough to be pregnant and give birth in the first place. Sarah assumes that a C-section is in store, but Anne is a pediatrician and not an ob/gyn or a surgeon. Unless she can get Sarah's kid out with a blowtorch, going in through the stomach is not a great idea. Weaver checks in to see if Sarah's going to be able to move if necessary. Anne tells him that the baby is beach, and Weaver calmly springs into action and washes his hands. It turns out that his first baby was breach, and when his daughter was born he helped the doula turn the baby from the outside. Oh my God, Weaver is such a hippie, with his doula and home births! Who knew? Like all of us, Sarah is a little weirded out by this whole strange and convenient scenario, but it's not like she has a lot of other options right now.