We're still in Teresa's POV here, but she's now able to see an overhead helicopter, see another helicopter, and also be inside the helicopter looking down at the parking lot. She's also able to run out of the building with the stretcher, informing the others that Ray's been nabbed and they kept him inside. Gedrick says he has to go in. Fearless says he can't, or they'll kill him. Wahlberg asks where Ray is. Gedrick tells him, and in a strange moment, Wahlberg slaps the ambulance while Teresa moans, "It should have been me and Randy; it's my fault." Why, exactly? I don't get it. Wahlberg tells her that it's not her fault, since she didn't make Ray go inside. Gedrick: "Yeah, that's great and everything, but can we concentrate on the things we can do?" Hee. Thanks, Gedrick. They put Mary Claire in the ambulance. Teresa tells them that the other guy's name is Flood. Wahlberg throws his jacket at the ambulance door as Fearless runs off to find info on Flood.
Flood. Flashback to Flood holding the gun to Ray, saying, "Not you, Cop." We're not in Flood's POV, we're in Ray's, but we'll just have to go with it. When Ray says he's a paramedic, we get a much slower version of Flood joking that he's Mother Teresa. We pause for a long time on his face, frozen as the sound does Sixth Sense-type things.
Flashback to a cafeteria. Flood, I guess (from the sepia tones, it's hard to tell), is wheeling his quadriplegic brother over to a table. Flood's chatty, saying he could call up the Botell sisters for a party, and jokes that his brother would jump out of his chair for another shot at Mindy Botell. He holds a spoonful of applesauce or pudding up to his brother's face and says, "Here you go." Flood's brother appears to be unable to move his head, so I'm surprised Flood's just holding the spoon out there, waiting for his brother to lean forward and eat from it. The brother doesn't want any, but Flood insists that he has to take a couple of bites. I'm just assuming it's a brother, by the way. It could be a friend. I don't know. Anyway, he asks to be left alone, so Flood jams the food into his mouth. The guy spits the food out in a huge spray and says, "Get out! I'm not Christopher Reeve, you stupid son of a bitch." Other people in the cafeteria are staring, and I'm staring to think this is some kind of prison visitation room. Flood force-feeds the man again, holding back tears. "If you have any love for me," the man in the wheelchair says, "as a brother, you'll kill me."