Bellick has now picked up Team Escarpara's trail at the boathouse. He strides over to talk to the hunter, asking, "How you doing, buddy?" "I'm pretty freaked out is how I'm doing," the guy admits. Me too -- Bellick displaying any human empathy is deeply unsettling. Bellick soon finds out that the 78 Grand Cherokee is heading north to Oswego. A penny drops, and he summons the Anti-Pope to him. They review Scofield's credit-card statements; among them is a statement for Allen's Self Storage (nestled between such local businesses as Larry's Hardware, Marry's Food Mart, Ronny's Rental Car and Jenny's Car Wash. Clearly, Allen is a nomenclatural iconoclast). Bellick feels S-M-R-T: "Of course -- where is he going to put all the crap he needs to disappear? We're going to Oswego, boys!" The boys cheer because now they can stop at Marry's for some of them tasty dill pickles that float in the jar by the cash register.

When we get back, we learn that the power of Michael-centric flashbacks has not only propelled Dr. Sara out of her coma, it's also enough to have her sitting up and reading a leather-bound volume titled Alcoholics Anonymous. The nurse tells Dr. Sara she has a visitor. It's Nurse Gossipson! How sweet that she's come all this way to keep Dr. Sara in the loop at work.