One hour post-attack, Kendal helplessly watches Cameron go in search of water again, and then proceeds to the hospital, where he finds the two dead SEALs for the first time. And gets another visit from Christine. She goes away as Kendal wanders into the next room, to find that unfamiliar, Hopper-threatening sailor casting his own broken arm and claiming Hopper went crazy and killed the SEALs. Kendal picks up the gun on the table and says he doesn't know this man, who claims to be Jim McClure from Colorado's supply department and seems to know all about Kendal. He blames Kendal's paranoia on the drug and offers to help. Kendal lowers his guard and asks for some epi, but it's just as gone from the hospital as it was from the boat. Gosh, I wonder who could have taken it?

Shepard and Chaplin seem to be the only two people still awake on the conn when there's an alarm indicating a fire in a machinery room -- near the oxygen tanks. Chaplin orders her to shut down the oxygen in that area, leaving the only air left to them "whatever you can smell." Chaplin hollers down the PA to the crew in that room, and for the absent COB, but there's no answer from either one. So he resolves to get the fire out himself, leaving Shepard with the conn.

Kendal and McClure have moved on to the monitoring station, where they -- or at least Kendal -- are trying to get the equipment online so they can reach the Colorado. Vision-Christine shows up to guilt Kendal about why they don't have kids, and McClure tells Kendal to wake up Sophie. He heads into her office where she's crashed out in a chair and tries to bring her around, but all he gets from her is some sleepy French, followed by, "He'll kill us. All for money." McClure comes in, sends Kendal back to work on the comm stuff some more, and injects Sophie back to unconsciousness, saying, "I can always kill you later." Flexibility is important on a mission like this.

On the sub, Chaplin makes his way past unconscious crewmen to... a pile of crayons on the floor, which turn to baby carrots when he picks one up. This can only mean one thing... and yep, here's a vision of his dead son Jeffrey in his single-digit years, running through the passageways in pajamas with his teddy bear. Chaplin follows into his quarters, where the screen showing the fire almost brings him back to alertness. Almost.