At the bar, Crichton runs into Scorpius. Who is not wearing a vest. Crichton glances back at the band, and the other Scorpius is still playing drums there. Crichton continues refusing to care, polishes off the rest of his beer, and asks the bartender for another pitcher. Then he tensely tells Scorpius, "Dig your style, Ringo." Scorpius starts to say that there isn't much time, and Crichton interrupts: "Twins. Pity your mother." As, in fact, he should. Scorpius insists that the drummer isn't real. Crichton asks, "So, what's your name? Who do you play in this fun house?" Scorpius says that he is, of course, Scorpius. The soundtrack gets ominous as Crichton observes, "You got no Halloween costume, got no assumed name. You're not playing a role. That suggests something to me. That suggests that you are --" He suddenly shoves Scorpius into the bar and snaps, "The man behind the curtain!" Scorpius calmly says that actually, he's the only one who can help. Crichton angrily asks if Scorpius is looking for wormholes again. Scorpius glances toward the camera and says that he has to leave. Crichton disagrees, and shoves Scorpius across the floor. As Scorpius stumbles out of the shot, Crichton freezes and shudders. He gasps as if choking, and the soundtrack pulses with static as he collapses onto a table. D'Argo and Aeryn glance over, and Crichton opens his eyes to look at Scorpius playing the drums. Zoom in on Crichton's eye, and we see Scorpius's face replacing his pupil. And also his iris. It's like Scorpius is a little nesting doll! Aw. They should totally make a nesting doll that's like, Moya, and inside it the Farscape, and inside it Crichton, and inside him Scorpius/Harvey, and then you just keep layering Crichtons and Scorpiuses ("Scorpii"?) until you're using tweezers.
Now Crichton's back at Zhaan/Cominsky's office, lying on the couch. He sighs, "You're not Zhaan and you're not a psychiatrist, but you're as close as we'll get to either one." Zhaan sniffs, "I'm flattered, somewhat." Crichton growls, "Somebody is gaslighting me. It's probably Scorpy." He mentions that he's been having "hot flashes" of Scorpius ever since the Aurora Chair, and idly wonders if he's really supposed to believe that he never went through the wormhole. He sits up suddenly and admits, "They didn't make the mistakes that the last guys made. Even Aeryn. Even Aeryn, I could have bought. Probably not, but I could've bought it." He sighs that he misses Moya. "A ship full of aliens becomes so normal." Zhaan notes that there is another explanation for what Crichton is experiencing. He sighs, "Yeah, I'm still on Moya. I'm gibbering. I'm drooling. And everybody's wondering what finally made me snap." Oh, honey, I think they're more likely to be wondering why it didn't happen sooner.