Ruth and Jaime stroll down a residential street of death, and Jaime comments on the fact that the synthetic was developed in-house, and Ruth tells her not to eavesdrop. Jaime argues petulantly that nobody ever talks to her. She shouldn't complain. The dialogue isn't the kind of thing you'd necessarily want pointed at you, if you know what I mean.
We join Jae as he strolls into...his office, I guess, to find a yellow rose and an envelope. He is jolted by this. The card says, "Couples counseling? You know where to find me. -- Sarah." Okay, "couples counseling" is kind of funny, since he shot her in the head and all.
Antonio comes to Jonas's office with news -- a security checkpoint twenty miles from Paradise was "breached," meaning in this case that a distress call came and after that, nothing. Jonas tells him to get some people ready, and Antonio asks who's there now. Jonas 'fesses up that it's Jaime and Ruth, and Antonio is predictably unimpressed that Jonas sent Jaime to this kind of a place so soon.
Ruth and Jaime walk into a very quiet house where the TV is still on. (Folks tell me it's Battlestar Galactica; I wouldn't know.) They look for signs of life. Jaime turns her head, and we kind of...go inside her bionic ear for a second, which kind of feels a little too much like something from Tron, but...okay. In any event, she hears something, although when she reports this to Ruth, Ruth is convinced it's the TV. Nice one. Jaime runs outside, and Ruth follows. Jaime heads into another house, which she barges into without knocking, let alone needing to unlock the door (why did everyone die with their doors unlocked?), and Ruth is right behind her. Jaime descends a staircase, then silently points to a closed door. Ruth approaches with her gun drawn. She flings open the door to find a girl, maybe high-school-aged, brushing her teeth. The girl shrieks in fright. Ruth orders her to put her hands on her head, then asks her what she's doing. The girl mutters something through her mouthful of toothpaste, and Jaime tells Ruth to relax; this is obviously "just a kid." The "kid" pauses and asks, still through toothpaste, "Where's my grandma?" Aw. "We need to talk," says Jaime.