John screams, hearing her gasp, and everybody makes for med bay, and Rygel freaks out inside the wall. Pilot can't find Zhaan, but notes that Aeryn's losing consciousness in his den. She's shaking, and her breath is coming in shards. The DRDs poke at her and beg in beeps for her to wake up.

John goes to the hole where they shoved Rygel -- last heard screaming his fool head off -- and is surprised by a John clone, which drops from the ceiling behind him. The clone puts his hand on John's shoulder. He thinks it's D'Argo, and he turns around slowly -- the clone grows an orange spot on the back of his hand to match John's. They don't make out, at all, and that is very, very sad. John tries to talk to the clone, who stares at him silently for a bit, and then beats him up. They have a very silly, very one-sided comic book kind of conversation: "You know my moves. And I know yours." John realizes that the reason he got his ass kicked in seventh grade is that he fought fair. And it's interesting, because if somebody else said that to him, he'd shrug it off with some Jack Crichton speech about honor -- but here, he's telling himself. Tiny bit of innocence lost.

D'Argo carries Aeryn onto command, still asking Pilot where Zhaan is. Pilot can't help with that, but he can offer the lovely news that "a growing number of bipedal entities" are now wandering the ship. "Who knows how many more there are," murmurs D'Argo, and John answers as he enters: "Infinite." He holds up his own dead head: "Minus one." I guess he stopped fighting fair. D'Argo asks how he can be sure it's really John, and John says that he's talking, so you know. "If they could [talk], they wouldn't tell you that these markings are useless." D'Argo asks John where Rygel is. John asks D'Argo where Zhaan is. Nobody knows. Nobody ever knows anything on this ship. D'Argo says there were signs of a struggle, and she's gone, and who cares about D'Argo or Zhaan or Rygel or even Moya, because Aeryn's delirious: "Did we pass the obstacle test? I don't want to fail Commando training." (a) Not for at least three more years, and (b) Dude, we know. You passed. Flying colors. Stop passing.