"Yeah, I'm different. Things that used to bother me don't bother me that much anymore. The world seems smaller. I keep waiting for something to happen...and I have to remind myself when it doesn't happen, that that's normal." What he said. Edith Anderson pinches at us: "Post-Traumatic Shock Syndrome. It's hard to tell without examining him, but from this little snippet of tape, I'm most concerned about his constantly waiting for something to happen. This suggests he's been under enormous and continuous stress." And if you were the lead character on a weekly sci-fi adventure show, you'd have room to talk. I like this little moment not only because I am unrepentantly emo, but also because it recycles the fact of the show back on itself: You think the rate at which things happen to these people is unrealistic? Try living it. It'll fuck you up!
Sikozu sits, tapping her boot on a cushion, as Chiana walks by and notices her not looking for Aeryn. They discuss this at length, Chiana being the only person in the universe less willing to take no for an answer than John himself. Sikozu admits to keeping John in the dark about how she's given up, because he needs to believe, and rolls her eyes at Chiana: "They're not lying," she sighs, about never having heard of Katratzi. "How can you tell if they're not lying? You can't tell when I'm lying!" says Chiana, getting right up in her grill. "Yes we can," says Sikozu, coming a little too close to home for comfort: "We all can." And she twists the knife, leaning close: "You open your mouth, and words come out of it." Chiana grabs hell out of Sikozu and throws her at the console again: "Don't you lie to Crichton." Sikozu laughs at her, but stands more calmly. Chiana orders her to keep checking; finally Sikozu's had enough. "All right, I'm done. You try!" She leaves, tired and too disheartened to hear that silence again. Alone, Chiana stares at the console.