As the transport pod zips toward Moya, Pilot reports that they're ready to Starburst as soon as everyone's aboard. D'Argo mopes that he misjudged Stark. "He shouldn't have died for his crime." Zhaan silently clutches Stark's mask to her chest as Crichton says that Stark didn't do anything. D'Argo says he saw Stark fire, and Zhaan admits that she saw the same thing. Crichton explains that he'd shut down the weapons console before Stark hit the button. Aeryn asks, "Did you know what else would happen when you neutralized the controls?" Crichton stares at her for a moment before saying, "I knew that shutting down the weapons console would kill the manual override, yeah." Zhaan helps us out, explaining that Crichton returned weapons control to Talyn. D'Argo asks why Talyn opened fire. Turns out that Pilot's been listening in, since he explains: "When Talyn scanned the arms dealer's cargo, he asked Moya what it was. She realized it was Novatron gas, one of the six forbidden cargoes no Leviathan may carry." Pilot says that Talyn attacked because he was trying to protect Moya.
Moya. D'Argo sits in his cell, the photo of Jothee next to him. Chiana wanders in and looks at the picture before insisting, "You'll find him." D'Argo sighs that he only knows how to find Jothee because of Stark. He sighs, "I've become so distrustful of people, even when they're trying to help me. What does that say about what I've become?"
Er, the galley? I think. Crichton asks Aeryn why she didn't place the blame on Crais. Aeryn scoffs, "What if they believed me? They probably would have gone after Crais and they would have had to kill Talyn to get to him." Crichton asks if she was just protecting Talyn. She says yes, but Crichton looks unconvinced. Aeryn has a question, too: "Do you think it's possible that Stark survived?" Crichton thinks for a second, and then says he's seen a lot of impossible things since arriving on Moya. So, that's a "no," then. Aeryn says that Zhaan thinks it's possible. Crichton sighs, "She says she does. But I don't think she believes it." And then, as usual, they stare at each other.
Zhaan sits in her cell, stroking Stark's mask. She kisses it, and allows a tear to drip down her face, much to the consternation of the makeup people. "Now I'm going to have to do all the exposition by myself," she sobs.