Planetside. Crichton is signing "Maid of Amsterdam" as he walks among the now-enormous purple trees. Okay, so when you get old, your accent mutates and you start singing sea chanteys. I had no idea. He walks up to Aeryn, who's still old, but not any older than she was, if you see what I mean. They talk about how the trees have grown and Crichton's knee hurts and so on. Your accent mutates, you sing chanteys, and you become boring. Got it. They sit on some tree stumps, and Crichton announces, "Ennixx and that sleeping pill she married have arrived." He complains that everyone on this planet is boring. I guess it's contagious, then. Aeryn sniffs, "Well, I warned you. I tried to make you go back." Crichton gripes about how all anyone does is garden. "I was a pilot, Aeryn. Astronaut. I was what I wanted to be. I ain't going to forget that, and I can't accept this." She stares into space as she asks if he regrets spending all these years with her. Crichton firmly tells her, "You are the one thing which has kept me from doing a kamikaze in the transporter." He says he still wants to try to get his old life back, and sighs, "Hope. That's what keeps me going." Aeryn warns him not to be too disappointed if it never happens. Then she groans, and we learn that she's got some kind of heart trouble or something. Crichton suggests they get back to the house, and helps her stand up. As she does, the locket somehow falls to the ground. Crichton picks it up for her, and Aeryn crabbily insists that he hand it over. He holds on to it, though, and asks what's inside. Aeryn sighs, "You know who's in there." Crichton hmphs, "Your husband? He's been dead 90 cycles. Why would you have his image in there?" "Just to drive you crazy," Aeryn retorts. Aw. Crichton teasingly guesses that there might be a picture of him in the locket. "Surrounded by roses and hearts and yotz." She tells him to go ahead and open it, and see "the only love of [her] life." Crichton ponders for a minute, and finally says, "Naw, I don't wanna see his ugly face." He hands back the locket, and they start toward the house. As they go, Aeryn says, "He wasn't ugly." Crichton threatens, "You keep talking about him and you can walk down by yourself. Hell, you can roll down the hill."
Then we watch a little montage of Aeryn and Crichton walking among the trees while someone picks out the tune to "Maid of Amsterdam" on a piano. They gesture and laugh and grin and it's like this turned into a Hallmark movie. So damn weird.