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?
Skeet, Keel, and the Dude are setting up the speakers. "I can't believe I'm really doing this," says Skeet. Considering he got shot by a Civil War musket, this isn't even the weirdest thing that's happened to him this episode, let alone since he started working at SQ, so I don't know what he's on about. I just hope they brought some Zeppelin to play after they get the message through to Henry. Maybe "The Immigrant Song." I love that. When Robert Plant does that "ah-ah-ahhhhhhhhh-ahhh!" thing? That's awesome.
Jane's still valiantly offering convoluted explanations that try to make the time slip plausible and palatable for her kids. She ain't succeeding. Finally Renata just says, "So there really is a ghost in the woods." Jane gives up. "Yes, there is, sweetie."
Yeah, and Skeet might want to hurry it up, as Henry's dying, and seeing a 747 overhead isn't do a whole lot for dying in a peaceful frame of mind. Skeet finally slams a tape into the truck's stereo. "Ah-ah-ahhhhhhhh-ahhh!" Whoops! Skeet ejects the Zeppelin and puts in his own special bootleg. It's a spoken-word piece, a little dry, but you can get into it. It's Skeet saying, "Henry Tucker: your wife, Isabella, and your baby, William, live on." Really? A hundred and thirty-seven years later? "William will grow up to be a newspaperman and raise three children of his own." It's a repeating loop.