No, wait ... the ESCAPED FUGITIVE who racked up a body count that requires two (attached) hands is apparently back at Fox River and up to the same-old, same-old. And I suppose I should write about how this scene reminds him of his time when he was Cole Pfeiffer and a respected man, yada-yada, but I think that letting T-Bag live behind bars is a bullshit move that panders to fans in entirely the wrong way. So I refuse to say any more about it. Robert Knepper does a wonderful job as a character who has more in common with Milton's Satan than he'll ever know, but that character deserved to come to an ignominious and sticky end.
Then we cut to a long-haired redhead in a spaghetti-strap sundress, sporting a big scar along her right shoulder. (Did Gretchen give Dr. Sara that, courtesy of their brief time together in Panama?) She's in an open-air market someplace where English is not the first language, and she's picking out a bouquet of calla lilies. The lady turns around and it is Dr. Sara. She chortles and says, "Michael, we gotta go." And we see that Michael ... has apparently traveled back in time and is now a sulky four-year-old child. Still working that Blue Steel, though.
Dr. Sara tears the child away from the fake-tattoo artist with nary an inquiry as to whether or not Michael's inking plans to break out of his room during naptime. And then she says, "Let's go see your daddy," so it appears that we're not exploring a television adaptation of Benjamin Button after all, but rather, this child is what Michael's DNA hath wrought. There is a cute sequence where Dr. Sara and Michael-the-child go skipping through the town square and we see that she is still prone to carrying gigantic handbags with her. I can only hope that parenthood made her more organized, and am obliquely grateful we never had any nerve-wracking sequences wherein she spent hours searching for the Lasinoh at the bottom of the diaper bag.
Then Dr. Sara and Michael-the-child are at the edge of a beach, and the child goes running toward Uncle Linc for a big hug. We see that Mahone and Sucre are there too, and there are hugs and kisses all around for Dr. Sara, and that she is wearing a wedding ring. Hmmmm. Still carrying the child -- and giving Sucre a run for the money in the "bald guys who could Get Some Anywhere, Anytime, so long as there is a toddler with them" category -- Linc leads the little group down to the beach. And then ...