Crichton shrugs on his jacket and they get ready to go...right as the Scarran gets ready to knock. D'Argo proves he's the daddy by not missing a beat: he whirls into action and gets a few hits in until Crichton shrieks, "D'Argo!" in a tone that adds, "You idiot! You can't box a seven-foot lizard into submission!" They slame the doors shut, and Crichton asks, "Where the hell did that come from?" D'Argo replies, "We have no weapons, so I suggest a tactical retreat." The two of them quickly suss out the other exit, and Crichton is like, "I cannot believe you didn't bring any weapons." D'Argo says he brought down his Qualta blade, but it's still sealed. Crichton snits, "How am I supposed to know that?"
They find a hatch, and D'Argo wheels back, explaining to Crichton, "I hate the cold." Crichton checks out the doors the Scarran is currently trying to melt, and decrees, "Freeze or fry." They head out, seconds ahead of the Scarran.
Braca delightedly reports that the Scarran's gone after Crichton and D'Argo, but Scorpius just isn't happy, dammit. "Two of the others are currently blocking our path to the surface. If they see us and notify Crais..." Ever the people pleaser, Braca proposes sending two commandos from the marauder -- at the right, tricky angle, they could take out the obstacles. Scorpius turns to look at Kobrin, who looks back all, "Nine-nine-one, Scorpy."
Crichton and D'Argo head outside. Crichton notes that the Scarran hasn't followed them yet, and D'Argo expresses his hope that the reptilian menace will. "Sounds like you've got a plan," Crichton says hopefully. D'Argo does: "We're going to bring him out here, and see how he likes being out in the cold." Crichton asks, "What if he likes it?" and an exasperated D'Argo shouts, "Look! One! Plan! At a time!" Hee! Oh, how I love the interplay between those two.
Zhaan kisses the unconscious Stark (oh, the wailing and rending of garments that will occur when he's later hipped to what he missed) and murmurs, "Forgive me, Stark, but I need your strength. And I know you'd never allow me to risk this." After that bit of exposition, she lifts his mask, we get that lightbulb-in-the-Pulp-Fiction-briefcase effect, and Zhaan stands in the radiant light in front of Aeryn's casket. She rests her forehead against it, and in a truly elegant transition shot, we move from the golden effulgence of the physical scene to the cool blue-lit setting of...the cosmic waiting room for souls? I don't see a stack of Reader's Digests in there from the Bush I administration, or someone attempting to fill out paperwork, but it's got the same vacant, timeless feel that most waiting rooms have, and Aeryn's slumped in her seat like someone who's already read everything, even the pamphlets on getting your fetus to quit smoking and the Newsweek predicting a Dean victory.