So, Auntie Em doesn't want to take the boat. She just wants to sit there. He says they can sit there for as long as she wants. For as long as she needs. "And I promise you," he says, "we will get past Jacquelyn." The Sloane back in reality looks desperately pained. Back with dream Sloane, Auntie Em says that she doesn't want to hear that name. He can't say it. Don't speak her name again. Never say her name again. Emily says she's alone in this. He tries to tell her she's not. Back in reality, Syd wonders aloud if Jacquelyn could have been a mistress. Marshall notices something funky on the screen. Jack tells Arvin he has to go back, and even shows up in the dream world to ask who Jacquelyn was. "Go back to when you met her," says Jack. Sloane goes back.
He's in the garden and Emily's gardening. He tells her she's supposed to be doing absolutely nothing. "It's the nesting instinct," she says, turning to reveal a very pregnant belly. "I can't help it." They park it on a bench and enjoy a glass of iced tea as Emily says she doesn't want to hear anymore silly Italian names. Sloane suggests Jacquelyn. Emily doesn't say, "Isn't that just the feminine version of 'Jack'? You sick bastard!" Instead, she kind of likes it. "Baby Jacquelyn," says Sloane, back in the hypno chair. Nadia hears this and gets up suddenly. Syd asks if Jack had any idea. He didn't. Nadia wants to bring Sloane out of it. Marshall says they don't have enough. Jack sends Sloane back to the memories.
Then we're in a hospital room. Emily's in bed, her pregnant belly missing. Sloane enters and takes her hand. "How is she?" says Emily in a panicked voice. He shakes his head, and Emily starts sobbing. Sloane tries to calm Emily by telling her that this was a risky pregnancy and that the baby tried so hard to stay with them but she just wasn't strong enough. Damn, this scene is making me cry. AGAIN. Emily just sobs and turns away, and Sloane gets up onto the bed and holds Emily in his arms, telling her over and over again that he loves her. Marshall watches the monitor. They have it. They have their memory.