We cut to Michael and Lincoln striding down the hall to the bench where two cops are babysitting the hand-and-stumpcuffed T-Bag. The batamweight pervert immediately says, "Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving each other just as God in Christ forgave you. Ephesians 4:32 -- let's forgive each other, Michael, Lincoln. In God's name, 'cause there's too much pain. There's too much hate in our hearts." Hilariously, in the background, we hear the faint swells of organ music, as if we are but a chord or two away from a full-on gospel choir led by singing nun Whoopi Goldberg. Linc says, "We took a vote. You're in luck." T-Bag begins weeping in relief. Linc digs in his pocket and says, "What we voted on was whether or not you took a stick of gum on the van ride back to prison." He stuffs a stick of Juicyfruit in T-Bag's mouth and walks off. Michael lingers for one last glower (that would not have even been necessary if he had dropped T-Bag like FOX dropped this show back in the condo), but heads off before he has time to hear T-Bag screaming about how he hopes Michael and Linc rot in hell. So much for that forgiving one another thing, eh?

Then we cut to Michael and Dr. Sara waling on the beach together. Michael says, "I want you to know, I'm totally going to be a hands-on dad." Dr. Sara grins as she says, "Okay ..." and Michael adds, "Like, if the baby needs a bottle in the middle of the night, I will totally keep your side of the bed warm until you get back." Dr. Sara starts giggling. And I am all about rooting for these two again because this was the kind of season one chemistry that had me making regular visits to the Prison of Love. Michael and Dr. Sara then chat a little about how not-at-all-baby-literate they are, and Michael says, "We better get some baby books, because I plan on being the most overinformed dad in Chicago." Oh, it's all very amusing, and then it gets a little schmoopy with Dr. Sara facing Michael on the beach and beaming, "I'm happy right now." He whispers, "So am I," except Dr. Sara is no longer happy, because guess whose nose has started bleeding again? I suppose the same flexible space-time continuum laws that have powered the Prison Break universe for the last four seasons have also decreed that Michael and Dr. Sara are only allowed THIRTY SECONDS OF HAPPINESS PER SEASON ON AVERAGE. Michael and Dr. Sara soberly embrace and exchange "I love you's" and I would be lying if I didn't admit to being a little misty-eyed when watching. We transition to the waves breaking on the beach, one gray swell after another cresting ...