Young Ben is all grown up and following in his father's footsteps. He too is a workman. He even has a khaki jumpsuit. So much for his free high-quality education! He plays with the little girl dolly that is sitting on his table. He puts it in his bag and heads out the door to go work with his dad. His father is older and has apparently avoided all attempts at parental improvement, because as soon as Ben comes up he asks what the heck is wrong now? Apparently Ben is usually Chatty Cathy in the morning. Ben does look morose, but it's because it's his birthday again. He can't believe that he still thinks his dad will remember his birthday one of these years. Roger looks a bit guilty and suggests that after they make their run out to Pearl station, they can drive up to the mesa to drink some beers and have some father/son bonding. Ben says he would love that.
Later that afternoon, they drive the VW bus up a hill and park. Roger pulls out a beer and opines that the Island really is beautiful. Ben, who just can't shake the birthday blues, doesn't bother opening a beer and glumly asks, "Do you really blame me? Do you really think it is my fault that she died?" Oh Ben, you are so needy. Needy of therapy. Roger sighs, chugs his beer, and says, "Eh, what do I know?" Ben keeps glancing at his watch. It's almost four. His dad wonders why he keeps looking at it, does he have a date? Ben doesn't answer, and his dad promises that he will do his best to remember his birthday next year. Ben adjusts his glasses and replies that he doesn't think that will happen. He then continues his Eeyore impersonation: "You know, I've missed her too, almost as much as you have. But the difference is that I've had to put up with you and doing that required a tremendous amount of patience. Goodbye Dad." Ben dons a gas mask, pulls a can of nerve gas or something out of his bag, and gasses his dad to death. Maybe that wasn't an Eeyore impersonation after all. Ben is still wearing the gas mask when he hikes back to the Barracks. Everyone at the camp is dead. Apparently they have all been gassed. Ben spies Horace dead on a bench. He walks up to him and shuts his eyes. As he stares around at the many dead bodies, the formerly so-called, now aptly-named, Hostiles fill the camp. They all have masks on and are holding guns. After looking at his watch, Mr. Eyeliner takes off his mask. The Others follow suit. Mr. Eyeliner asks if Ben wants them to go get his dad's body. Ben says no, they can leave him out there. That's cold! There's an old joke that keeps running through my head: How do you know if a hippie was in your house? He's still there! Guess the Hostiles solved that little problem with a whole mess of toxic gas.