So what if he's out in the desert alone? Sometimes a guy just needs a walk in the middle of the night to clear his head. That's the story Peter's sticking to, anyway.

And he is thinking of Olivia, both of them, eyes on the stars as he waits for his contact to meet him. It's a common occurrence these days, and he's just gotten to the familiar point where he wonders how he could have been so blind and stupid when the ground starts to rumble.

"Ohhhh, that can't be good," he mutters under his breath. Seconds later he's running for his life from a giant worm, simultaneously fumbling with the settings on his communicator. Was this some kind of a set-up? Guess he really can get stupider.