Goddammit, Chiana's singing to the damn stones again. Crichton wants to talk to her. She doesn't want to talk to him. Crichton apologizes for blowing her off. Chiana gets down from her perch and goes off on Crichton, telling him it's not about him: "I'm not your kid, I'm not your sister, and I'm only your tralk in your dreams." Chiana yells at him to go away. He's trying to help. She doesn't want or need his help. Aeryn, sitting off to the side, blinks wearily. Chiana likes it on the cemetery planet and she likes the people. Just like a misguided parent, Crichton attacks her friends, calling them all druggies and slackers. Or something along those lines. Chiana doesn't see what's so wonderful about being stuck on Moya and points out that it was Crichton himself who said she could leave the ship whenever she wanted. "Well, see ya," Chiana tells him. Crichton glares at Mom -- I mean, "Aeryn" -- and tells her, "Feel free to jump in at any time." Aeryn sadly points out that it's Chiana's choice. Crichton storms off. Taking the softer approach, Aeryn talks to Chiana about joining the clan and asks if she's really going to jump. "I might," Chiana says sadly, confused by why Crichton went away when she ordered him to.
Seeking out the boyfriend, Crichton turns to a tripping Stoner: "Yo, Bob Marley, you seen Molnon?" Guess not. The Stoner moves on down the corridor without looking at Crichton or this Bob Marley person. Once again, someone is following Crichton in a loud, mouth-breatherly sort of way. Crichton takes a stealth step backwards and grabs the cloaked person out of the shadows. It's a woman, and she pleads with him, "No! Please, don't!" Crichton touches something weird on her painted skin and snatches his hand back. He goes slo-mo for a second, like her skin is psychedelic. Crichton asks the leprotic one why she's been following him. "You old. Still you live," she says. Her name is Janixx, and she tells Crichton all the Stoners come down with her brand of leprosy if they turn twenty-two and don't take the stone. The young Stoners don't like to be reminded what happens if they grow old -- if you ask me, I'd think that would just be a further incentive for them to get on with their suicides -- so the leprotic ones get lost. They are the Lost People Das spoke of. "Das said he know why this happen. He said cliff have answer," Janixx babbles. Do the Lost People lose their subject-verb agreement along with their skin tone? Because if so, I don't really blame the young Stoners for not wanting them around. Too much of that would get annoying. Crichton tries to figure out what she's talking about, but Janixx says "must stay lost" and leaves. No argument here. Crichton pulls something from his skin, and we get a flashback to his hand grazing Janixx's lesions. He looks intently at what I can only describe at this point as one of Janixx's detached scabs. And THAT definitely calls for another freaking drink.