Talikaa ducks out of a doorway, appearing to John and Aeryn, who are searching together. She's only just a mirror. John steps forward and Talikaa pulls back, against the wall. "It's all right, it's all right," says John. It's not a conversation. "Everything's gonna be all right, we're not gonna hurt you. Don't be afraid." Talikaa runs off. "We got her," John comms. "Tier three, maintenance bay." John and Aeryn enter the bay; John softly sing-songing. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." Talikaa watches, monstervision in her bolthole. "Talika," he whispers, as Aeryn cases the ceiling. "It's all right," he whispers to her. "We know she's here." A loud, howling scream rings out in the silence, dropping both John and Aeryn and bathing them in a strange golden light. A giant spider drops from the ceiling and scuttles to them; it puts its nasty feelers on his lovely face. Commercial. What kind of person are you? Are you the kind of person who buys this? Or that? What do our purchases say about us? Nothing. Zhaan goes and gets another Psych degree; Chiana orders up a grip of Girls Gone Wild; somebody makes fun of Rachel Ray; everybody flips to PBS.