A Peacekeeper Marauder lands in Moya's hangar; a squad of Peacekeepers, including Braca and Grayza, march on Pilot's den. "Activate the control collar," says Braca, and Pilot begs him to leave it out, on Moya's behalf. "Please. We didn't try to run." The PKs ignore him; Braca climbs over the console toward Pilot. Pilot is terrified, stammering: "We didn't st...starburst. I told you, I...I have no idea where Crichton is!" Braca smiles. Grayza: "Braca, if Crichton is aboard this Leviathan, bring him to me." Braca agrees, and orders a full tier search. "I'll start in the Neural Cluster." He smirks at Pilot and climbs down onto the floor.

Full moon on Halloween. I like this part: John comes into the bolthole's living room, where Rygel is laughing uproariously, and sits next to him on the couch. Rygel is stabbing a pumpkin with a knife, over and over and over. John sighs, informing everyone that he and Kim have arranged a meeting at the canal tomorrow. He puts his hand sweetly on Rygel's head and asks what the hell the deranged little freak is doing. "Cutting. Just cutting! Make them scary, you said. Scary! Ah!" He continues stabbing, stabbing, stabbing. This is by far the coolest flavor of Rygel you ever get to see. John reaches gingerly into the pile of wrappers at Rygel's side, and pulls out a piece of chocolate: "Somebody got a sugar high. You been stealin' candy, Mr. Burroughs?" Rygel shakes and twitches: "Ohh, Crichton! How illegal is this dren? You've gotta get me more! I don't care what it costs!" John tells him to breathe. "Buckwheat, breathe." He takes the knife out of Rygel's hand, but Rygel keeps making stabbing motions with his hand. I love him. "Get some sleep, we've got a big day tomorrow." He pats Rygel on the head and leaves him talking to himself. "Okay. Okay. Good idea." Rygel stares at his still-quivering hand.