He is, but she says she can’t go with him – she doesn’t think she’ll belong on Earth.

Crichton takes Farscape One to the mouth of the wormhole, maneuvering so he can take the proper trajectory through it. He hesitates for a moment, reluctant to go.

Crichton thanks him and goes.

Farscape One hurtles through the wormhole and vanishes, landing on a beach near Sydney, Australia. Laughing, Crichton tosses himself onto the sand and cries, "Hello, sky!"

He then asks a young woman walking on the beach for directions, but before she can answer a black helicopter and several soldiers appear over the horizon. A man fires a tranquilizer dart into Crichton’ s leg.

He awakens, briefly, to find doctors examining him, then awakens again to find himself in a cell. He’s interrogated by an old acquaintance, a government agent named Wilson.

Wilson is concerned about the translator microbes in Crichton’s head – he’s worried they may be a dangerous virus that might even be controlling Crichton’s actions.

Crichton refuses to play Wilson’s mind games, but soon finds himself bored out of his skull. The military man watching him – Cobb, another acquaintance from one of Crichton’s three trips to Australia – won’t even let him have a newspaper.

Then, Crichton’s father Jack bursts into the complex and demands to see him. He’s been waiting for two days and doesn’t intend to wait any longer.

They let him in, but only if he will help test Crichton’s identity. Jack asks Crichton to remember his tenth birthday, which Crichton does – Jack had gotten home late from a flight test, and had taken his young son fishing early in the morning.

Convinced, Jack embraces his son. He quietly explains Wilson’s paranoia – the wormhole Crichton returned through is still open, and they’re not sure what might come through it next.

Jack and Crichton are allowed to get some fresh air and look at the ocean. Wilson’s people watch them closely, and have even planted a microphone in Colonel Crichton’s insignia.

Crichton returns his father’s good luck piece to him. "Don’t know if it brought me luck," he says "but it saved my ass."

Back at the complex, Crichton gives a tech some instructions for carefully working with Farscape’s new alien-tech drive system. The tech looks strangely familiar, but Crichton is quickly assured they met on one of his previous trips.

Something comes through the wormhole – fast. It’s following the same trajectory as Farscape One did.

Wilson demands that Crichton – who’s as puzzled as anybody – tell him what’s going on. He pushes Crichton at the camera view from one of the fighters following the new arrival, and Crichton strains to identify what it is.

It’s one of Moya’s transport pods, and the fighters are preparing to shoot it down. Crichton quickly stops them, assuring them that the pod has no weapons.

They tell Crichton that after he left, Earth disappeared from the wormhole, and Aeryn convinced the others to come and investigate. The wormhole pulled them in and brought them to Earth.

Rygel is feeling ill – something in the tranquilizer is disagreeing with him. "Why are they treating me like this?" he demands.

"They’re freaking out," Crichton tells them. "You’re an alien and they’re freaking out."

"I vowed I would never be taken prisoner again," D’Argo says, and Crichton hastens to assure them they are not prisoners.

Jack checks up on his son. Crichton is frustrated at Wilson’s treatment of the aliens and his lack of trust in him – even the magazines in the complex are seven months old, presumably because they don’t want him to know what’s going on.

"You trust them?" Jack asks, referring to the aliens.

Crichton does, certainly more than he trusts Wilson. "I like them, Dad," he says, "They’re my friends."

Cobb calls Crichton to the medical unit. Rygel is dead, and they’ve already opened him up for dissection.

Crichton confronts Wilson. "We’ve spent our lives waiting for this moment," he cries, "and as soon as they get here, look at what you’re doing!"

Wilson blandly assures him, "Don’t worry, I’ve thought of everything, Commander."

The others don’t take the news well. The military claims Rygel died of an allergic reaction to the tranquilizer, but even Crichton thinks they killed him.

Crichton goes out for some air, and his father comes to comfort him. "I need a favor, Dad," Crichton says, and asks him to call in every marker he has, tell people what the military is doing, and stop them.

Jack agrees, but is worried about the look in Crichton’s eyes – he knows that look, and it usually happens when Crichton is going to do something rash. "Are you willing to die for those creatures in there?" he asks.

Crichton returns to the medical bay to find Rygel’s body gone. He also discovers a soldier unconscious on the floor – Aeryn has escaped and knocked him out.

Pointing the soldier’s rifle at Crichton, she asks, "Are you with me or them?"

"I’m with you," Crichton answers.

Aeryn tells him they’ve taken D’Argo – she doesn’t know where but she doesn’t intend to let them take her. "All right," Crichton says. "Let’s move."

They go to Cobb’s, knocking out soldiers as necessary along the way. He tells them that D’Argo has been flown to another base – "he’s gone, Crichton, you can’t save them."

Frustrated, Crichton pistol-whips Cobb into unconsciousness, and he and Aeryn flee.

At Jack’s suggestion, Aeryn and Crichton hole up in a motel that the Crichtons stayed in on their last trip. They stare out the window, drink beer, and worry.

Crichton apologizes, both for bringing Aeryn here and getting her stuck on Moya in the first place. She begins to reassure him, but he’s distracted by the sounds and sights of Earth.

"You know, you were right," she tells him. "It’s actually very beautiful."

When he asks, she admits that she was scared to come with him when he left Moya. She also warns him that she won’t be recaptured – if the military catches up with them, they will have to kill her.

Crichton understands.

He rests his head a moment on her shoulder. She slowly turns to him, and they kiss.

Aeryn dubiously tries on a sundress. As Crichton assures her she looks fine, there’s a knock at the door.

It’s Jack. Convinced he’s betrayed them, Aeryn holds a gun on him.

"Is she ever going to put that down?" Jack asks.

"I don’t think so," Crichton says. "What are you doing here?"

Jack reports that nobody is helping them. He also suggests they move on quickly – Wilson’s men will be searching Jack and Crichton’s old haunt soon – and disappear permanently.

"This is the only play, son," Jack says. "You’re in this too deep – they’re not going to let you just walk away."

"At least this time I get to say goodbye."

As they leave, Aeryn says something to him in her native language. Apparently understanding, Jack thanks her.

As they walk along the street, Crichton recognizes the young woman he saw at the beach a few days ago. Not only that, she’s a dead ringer for a girl he knew in high school.

Then he notices that all the magazines at the newsstand are seven months old – and the man selling them is just like a man whose house Crichton used to ride by on his bike in fifth grade.

Suddenly he realizes that he knows everybody he’s encountered since he returned to Earth – even the supposed strangers walking past on the street.

Pulling out the gun, he runs, bursting into a familiar bar, filled with people he knows from other places.

"I’ve been in there," he says, looking into the men’s room. Then his eye lights on the door to the women’s room.

"But I’ve never been in there!" he says.

He opens the door of the women’s room . . . and finds a swirling orange haze.

He goes back to the complex. "Jack Crichton" sits alone in an empty room.

"You did well, John," he says. "Most species don’t do as well."

Everything Crichton has encountered – with the exceptions of his friends, who are alive and well – was a construct based on his memories.

"Why?" Crichton demands. "Why would you make me think he was dead?"

"Jack" tells him, "We needed a human reaction – your reaction."

"You made me think you were my father!" Crichton exclaims, grabbing "Jack" and throwing him up against the wall. To his shock, he accidentally tears away part of the entity’s chest.

Apparently unhurt, "Jack" apologizes. For the experiment to succeed, it was necessary to gain Crichton’s trust and make sure he believed everything he saw.

"We only have enough power left to transport our race one last time," he explains. "We had to be certain of how we would be received."

He takes Crichton to see what’s at stake.

Alien creatures hang in pods, blinking sleepily at Crichton. "Jack" explains that his race is looking to settle on one of a very small number of worlds that can support their form of life.

They’re happy to share the planet with any native inhabitants, but are finding it difficult to locate a world where they would be welcomed. They had great hopes for Earth – hopes that have now been dashed by their experiment.

By creating a simulation of Crichton’s return to Earth, they were able to test the likelihood of a hostile reaction to their arrival. Unfortunately, Crichton’s acceptance of the scenario of military paranoia they presented tells them that a hostile reception is all too likely.

"You stole my memories," Crichton says.

"Jack" tells him, "We had no choice."

"Show me what you really look like," Crichton says. "Jack" nods and transforms, revealing himself as a small, multi-legged, hairless but almost spaniel-like alien.

"So what will you do now?" Crichton asks.

"Jack" answers, "What we’ve done since before I was hatched. We continue searching for a home."

Crichton says, "So will I."

As Crichton turns to leave, "Jack" returns his father’s good luck piece to him.

"Maybe we’ll meet again one day," he says.

"Maybe," Crichton agrees.