Sikozu is humming, on the screen. She has a beautiful voice. There's so much about her we'll never get to see. John suddenly turns, on Moya, to stare at Sikozu on the screen. (Images, bioloids -- John has no reason to trust her any more than he does Aeryn; just like with Aeryn in this episode, it's the screen that tells the truth.) Still humming sweetly, Sikozu holds up a silver ashtray, turning it this way and that, her face half cut off from the screen. John looks from Sikozu, still breathing hard and upset, back to her image on the screen: humming, face half-hidden by the steel silver of an ashtray become a mask. The sweet sound and his realization. He lowers his pistol and turns back toward the TV. How many times have we seen him like this? Retreating into his mind and his ugliness and depression, striking out at everything and then bam -- everything goes away, and it's just him. The least awesome John Crichton on the show. He sits down and picks up the remote control; a tear runs down his cheek. He rewinds, fast-forwards, as Sikozu hums again and again, and gazes into the dog's eyes, and forward to the hum again, turning the ashtray over in her hands. Recognizing and admiring its beauty, and her face half cut off from the screen. The tape stops and we flash to "Unrealized Reality," as John abuses the Stark that Sikozu could be.
"Pull yourself together," he says, shaking her; she begs him to let her go. Now, he stares at the still image; Sikozu on Earth, half hidden in silver. Then, she screams at him: "You! You shoot me!" The Noranti that Rygel could be gets a reprieve as he turns his gun on Stark. "Shoot! Now!" He asks her again if she'll come back. She will. Stark always does. She looks up into light. "Katratzi."
John turns to Sikozu, who's too stunned by John's weirdness. She mouths, "What?" He turns back to the screen. Aeryn speaks, out of time, out of nothingness: "I believe Katratzi to be some sort of base, highly guarded. They wouldn't have taken Grayza anywhere less secure." Stark screams the name. John stares at the TV, tears running down his face. The hope he's held onto was a dream, a fantasy, a reality unrealized. The hope dies.