The doctor is weighing the crispy critter's gooey heart when Skeet comes running in so he can see the tag reminding everybody that this woman was sitting in 13B, even though we're all way ahead of Skeet on this one. A soldier strolls up to Skeet. "You can't be here," he says. So why didn't anybody stop him, then? And the soldier says, "Move or I'll move you," and Skeet agrees but doesn't move, so soldier-boy drags him away.

And Deanna is blabbing on about wanting to go back to school, but then Glen gets laid off so she takes a second job instead, and how Evelyn is managing to stay awake is beyond me. "On my thirty-ninth birthday, my father dies of lung cancer," she says. Evelyn says she's going to go get them some water, and then totally bails on her.

The steward has finally shut up, as Keel translates what he was saying to a guy typing up a transcript, with phrases like "all matter is held in place" and "if this frequency is disrupted" on the screen. Keel wanders over to the steward. "How you doing, Phil?" he asks, and Phil answers in Aramaic. "I think we can let him out of this jacket now," Keel tells Charlie, so they release him, and Keel notices a Medic Alert bracelet for epilepsy. Then Charlie is reading aloud about "modulating frequencies" and such from the transcript and asking Keel what the guy's talking about. Keel says he thinks the guy is using one of the world's oldest languages to "express certain theoretical projections of modern physics." "Like what?" says Charlie. "Cold fusion, perpetual motion…" says Keel, scanning the transcript. Something seems to catch his eye, but he just finishes with "…et cetera." Charlie wonders aloud what the hell happened up there.