D'Argo has woken up, and Chiana leans over his blanketed form. She asks, "You want to tell me something?" and leans over as he whispers something in her ear. She chuckles, "D'Argo, you're in no condition for sex." D'Argo laughs that it might kill him, and then starts coughing. Zhaan is peering through a microscope when she suddenly jerks upright and looks horrified. She announces, "D'Argo's been poisoned. There's an alien toxin in his blood stream and it's killing him." Is that supposed to be a revelation? Something bit him, the bite itself wasn't serious but he's had a horrible reaction -- and it took this long to figure out that maybe the bite was poisonous? Man. They should consider hiring a real doctor. Chiana asks if Zhaan can make an antidote, and Zhaan hesitantly says that she'll try. Given how long it took her to come up with a diagnosis, I share her lack of confidence.
DRDs move through a dark passageway, searching for the monster. It sucks to be a DRD.
In command, Crichton watches the images the DRDs are transmitting through the clam shell. Zhaan tells Crichton that they'll have to capture the monster alive, so that she can get a venom sample to develop an antidote. Crichton wonders if the monster is camouflaging itself somehow. He asks Pilot, "Have you tried switching the DRDs to heat and acoustic mode?" As a DRD sprays a green disco laser down a corridor, Pilot says they've tried that with no success. Crichton asks to see cargo bay three, and Pilot obligingly punches up the image. Then there's a burst of static, and suddenly Scorpius appears in the clam shell. Scorpius says, "You'll never see it coming, John."
Huh. Zhaan appears to be blow-drying an unconscious D'Argo. Has he had a set and rinse yet? Zhaan's the last person you would go to for hair care, honestly. Ah well. D'Argo wakes to find himself standing in a recessed wall, which Zhaan explains are Moya's neural clusters. She says that Pilot has modified the energy fields into a sort of ICU. Zhaan goes on to explain, "The parasite's venom appears to be designed to paralyze the nerves and muscles of its prey. Your hearts and lungs have been affected." Rygel swoops into the chamber, and D'Argo snaps, "I'm not dead yet. But when I do die, Chiana's gonna get all of my possessions." Rygel stiffly asks, "Is it unthinkable that I might be here simply to offer the gift of my company to a shipmate in need?" "Yes," D'Argo retorts. Zhaan asks Rygel if he's afraid to be alone. Rygel snits, "I knew you'd be here. That didn't frighten me; why should blessed solitude?"