At the Livingston Hall of Records -- which is I guess the place Skeet was phoning to find out how late they were open -- a brusque woman clicks on the light in a room filled from floor to ceiling with boxes not in any discernible order. She snaps something about how they'll understand if she doesn't help them, and leaves them to find the needle in a haystack (undoubtedly at the last moment).
Back in the Civil War, Henry's battalion is readying for battle when they hear the sound of a horse. It's one horse, with the rider slumped over. "Maybe it's reinforcements!" says one of the (presumably stupider) soldiers. No, it's just the messenger, and he's dead. Henry digs through the man's saddlebags, and finds his journal, undelivered. "He never made it. He never made it," he says. No. Also, Henry, he's dead. You know, Henry, you're not the only soldier with a wife and kid. No time to grieve, though, as the sounds of battle get closer, and Henry's battalion storms the hill. Once more into the breach, lads!
Back at the Hall of Records. "I found it!" yells Jane. Skeet and Keel scoot over to where she's sifting through papers in a box. She hands over a couple of documents. "I found it," she says again. Well, that was a close one!
Henry's battalion is marching on the enemy and getting mowed down, in about as good a battle scene as you're going to get on a network show. With its slow motion shots, it actually kind of has a low-budget opening-scene-of-Saving Private Ryan feel to it. Henry's a little distracted, though, as bits from the present shimmer into view; a movie poster at a bus shelter, a big red truck, that sort of thing. Unfortunately, disturbing visions of a soulless future are inconvenient at best; at worst, they're fatal if they distract you from someone about to put a bullet in your neck, as happens here. Henry slumps to the ground.
Back in the present day, it's night, and the big red truck is being driven by the clerk from the store. He pulls up to where Skeet and Keel are waiting. "Dude, I brought as many speakers as I could find," he says, and Skeet and Keel get to work.
In the station wagon, Jane attempts to explain to her kids what's going on. I know she wants her kids not to be frightened, but considering that Skeet's already taken some shrapnel, you think maybe she'd want to get her little brats the hell out of there?