Meanwhile, as Tweener drives through the rolling green fields of Utah (I know... ), we hear Debra Jean's voiceover as she lies about her car just having been stolen. We get a close-up of Tweener's face, and it's clear that he's still miffed that he and freaky D didn't get a chance to do much cuddling. He pulls over to the side of the road. Fighting tears, he wipes off the steering wheel and the door, then writes "Aloha" on a dusty window before heading off on foot.
Back in Chicago, Kellerman's having a meeting with another foot soldier in the One World Conspiracy. This one's named Mr. Kim. He tells Kellerman he's in the Windy City because he'd love to know how this whole finding-the-framed-killer thing is going. Kellerman curtly replies, "Sara Tancredi. I'm on it." Kim asks all passive-aggressive-like, "Is pursuing her the best use of your time?" Kellerman assures Kim that it is, reasoning that Sara's in contact with Michael, so she will eventually lead Kellerman right to his prey. Kim continues to mess with Kellerman's head by saying in the same mildly skeptical tone, "All right. If you're that confident, I'll contact the president." Kellerman says confidently that he'll talk to Madame President Evil, but Kim swaddles himself in a cloak of ineffable smugness, then peeks out from its snowy folds to say, "I'll contact the president." And y'all know, I want to like Kim, but after my Quinn-fatuation of last season came to an abrupt and sticky end, I'm thinking that it might be wise to see how long Mr. Kim sticks around before I begin the soulful sighing.
A few blocks away in her spacious apartment, Dr. Sara's looking over her mail. I'd pay more attention, but I'm sort of distracted by her dÃ©cor -- it has a very Domino-by-way-of-Crate and Barrel look about it, and if the set decorators did use Chi-town merchant-made-good Crate and Barrel, my hat is off to them. Also, if they could write me and tell me where they got that beautiful espresso-colored wooden bench, I'd be much obliged. Anyway. Dr. Sara has gotten a letter from Michael. We know this because the lettering is incredibly precise, and it's not really a letter so much as it is an origami crane with a numeric sequence reading "736â¢339â¢8687." Dr. Sara looks at it all, "Baffling and incomprehensible? It must be Michael... " Tellingly, as she's looking at the pale blue bird, we get a voice-over from her meeting leader saying, "Making amends means much more than saying, 'I'm sorry... '"