Things aren't going as well for the accidental tourist. He staggers into the airship station bathroom, splashes water on his face at the sink. His face is pale and sweaty. He makes for the nearest stall and falls to his knees in front of the toilet. He vomits violently. Although we are spared seeing the initial spume, the coughing and burbling and sounds of chunks meeting water are quite evocative enough. A man walks toward the stall and pushes open the door. With white foam on his lips, the accidental tourist begs for help. He begins to convulse over the bowl. Bulbous shapes move beneath the skin of his throat. The man standing behind him is his earlier bar companion, the Clemens fan. He watches with a wince, but without surprise. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a lidded glass jar. The camera moves outside the stall. There's a sound of something heavy thudding to the floor. The Clemens fan stumbles out of the stall, looking fondly at the little brownish objects that now occupy his jar. What are they? We soon get the answer: As he walks away, dozens of inch-long brown insects scurry out of the stall behind him.