With a pained look, Sun takes in the damage to her husband's face. You think she's anguished, you can imagine the tears they're crying in the year 2525. He looks at her, then jerks his head away angrily and turns to shuffle away from her. This scene would be excellent and impactful if only I weren't looking at the beach and thinking, "God, I would love another trip to Hawaii."

Cut to Michael surveying the ruined wreckage of his raft as Vincent frolics amidst the charred beams. He kicks it, and tells Walt, "Look at this! I can't salvage a thing. Pontoons, the decking...the fire burnt up all the twine!" He then redirects his urge to pummel on the actual raft itself, beating it with a long pole. Walt's got the uncomfortable look of any kid who's ever witnessed his parents' nuclear meltdown. Michael catches it, and to his credit, he visibly reins in his temper. He apologizes to Walt; Walt accepts graciously. Michael's all, "No, no, come here. We all have setbacks. I mean, God knows, man. That's life. We'll start over, all right?" Walt's all, "You're going to build another one?" Michael vows he will build a better one. Walt asks if he can help, and Michael tells him, "No doubt you can help! Come on!" He and Walt punch knuckles, the boy grins, and Michael moves on.