On Moya, Aeryn hacks at the solid Tide around Chiana. She has no luck and Zhaan, with her magical solvents, is faring just as poorly. Pilot announces that they have more serious problems: parts of Moya's outer hull are peeling like a bad sunburn.

Crichton, in the Neuschwhinestein waiting room, learns what is going on with Moya. Zhaan says they urgently need him and D'Argo. Crichton, ever the wingman, says D'Argo's still engaged but he'll be right up.

Sounds of D'Argo's engagement are loud and repetitive. As the two Luxans lie panting in their afterglow, Sexan tells D'Argo that she wants to go home and start a new life. A new life with him. D'Argo wonders how she can find her way home. Apparently, she can do anything and can even help his friends. D'Argo wants to see his son again. Sexan promises they will find him because anything is possible now. Even multiple orgasms!

Up above, Moya quivers, and Pilot reports an outer hull breach but there's no decompression to worry about because Moya's inner walls are unaffected. Curiouser and curiouser.

Crichton checks out Chiana's washerwoman legs. He knocks on the solid (solid as a rock!) amnexus fluid. DRDs crowd around inquisitively. Chiana announces that she can't feel her feet. Frustrated by her unsuccessful efforts to hack through with a pole, Aeryn muses, "I wonder if I have any grenades left." Heh. She walks off, leaving Chiana to bleat that Aeryn had to be kidding, right? "Well, with Aeryn... you never know," Crichton says. Exactly, but you always get good hair. Rygel sleepily joins them in a velvet dressing gown over pajamas -- I find it very odd that Rygel seems to have the same stripy blue pajamas I gave to my father for Christmas ten years ago -- and wants to know what the big fat emergency is. "How about breaches in the outer hull?" Crichton tells him. Rygel yawns and reminds them that the inner hulls are secure. "Yeah, but we need you to take your scooter out there in the tight spaces and check for weak spots," Crichton tells him. "Can't the DRDs do that?" Rygel whines. They can and are, but Rygel still needs to help out. "If I must, but you're worrying about nothing -- hull breaches are nearly unheard of on leviathans," Rygel notes. And then Pilot reports there's an inner hull breach. Something depresses in the wall of the chamber Chiana, Rygel, and Crichton are in. They scream and grab onto each other as decompression starts. Crichton yells at pilot to seal off the tier. As the DRDs fight to survive, a metal tool is blown through Moya's innards and into outer space. Crichton yells at Rygel to grab his hand. Rygel bellows, "Crichtooooon!" before his ass is blown into the hull breach. And stays. In essence, Rygel's fuzzy butt is the finger in the dyke. For now. Chiana comments that Rygel has finally made himself useful. Rygel gasps that he's stuck.