And now it's the mother of all flashbacks. Michael is sitting in a crappy apartment in a big city. There's water dripping in the sink; that's a sure sign of squalor and depression. There are also unwashed dishes, so we know he's really hurting. Michael is writing something on a steno pad -- maybe it's a to-do list for all the cleaning he needs to take care of. He nearly tears up when he spots a picture of himself with baby Waaaaaaalt. He tears a piece of paper off the pad, exits the apartment, and gets into a car. He turns on the radio. Hey, it's the return of Mama Cass! Instead of "Make Your Own Kind of Music," the song is "It's Getting Better." Michael pins the piece of paper to his jacket. And then he starts the car and drives really fast down the empty streets, until he comes to some kind of dock or warehouse area. He speeds up and deliberately crashes the car into a cargo container. The screen goes black for a second, and then we see the remains of the wreckage. Mama Cass keeps on singing about how things are getting better every day. I'm not sure she would appreciate this ironic use of her music. But then again, she might be too busy choking on ham sandwiches to care. Commercials.
Michael wakes up in a hospital. He's got all the tubes and braces one would expect after a major accident. There's a sleeping (or comatose) man in the next bed. A nurse enters and apologizes for waking him. We can't see her, but her voice is hauntingly familiar. "Hauntingly" is the operate word here -- when Michael focuses on her, he sees that it's Libby, bringing him an extra blanket to help him make it through the cold night. Michael screams and blinks -- when he opens his eyes, she's gone. Another nurse enters, but this time it's a real nurse and not a figment of his imagination. (Although they try to fake us out by making the nurse look something like Ana-Lucia). The real nurse lets him know that they get that he was trying to kill himself; she tells us that he didn't have any ID on him when they found him. And then she asks if he'd like her to call Walt. I'm sure he'd prefer her to call Waaaaaaalt. He asks how she knows that name -- it was who the note pinned to his chest was written to. Michael tells her not to call Walt, and she leaves him alone.