Back in Colorado, Dad Ex Machina is taking in the wonder of L.J. He says, "You named him after yourself." Lincoln replies, "I wasn't going to name him Aldo." For some reason, Aldo and Jane seem miffed by this. L.J., however, is delighted to meet a live relative. It must be a novel experience for him. As Jane peeks in on the reunion, Lincoln seethes, and Aldo explains how he's arranged a safe house for the two of them. L.J. looks to his dad for a reaction, and Linc stubbornly says, "Thanks for bailing us out, but we have to meet Michael... by the border, a place called Bolshoi Booze." Aldo offers to go get Michael. Linc stubbornly refuses. Aldo says, "Things are different. There's some evidence. We just need a little more time, and we can blow this whole thing wide open --" Linc mows him down with, "There is no time! I trust Michael. He has a plan to get us to Panama --" Aldo interrupts to tell Lincoln he doesn't get it: there's no need to go to Panama. As this discussion is going on, bland white guy stops eavesdropping to take a call from... Evil Agent Kim? I cannot decide if that is awesome or awesomely contrived. The upshot is, this happy family reunion is about to go off the rails because the One World Conspiracy has a plant in its alumni association.

Back in Kansas, T-Bag struggles against a radiator. Apparently, the cops in town are busy raising the horses they'll use to equip the cavalry unit that will eventually respond to Bellick's 911 call. In the meantime, things aren't looking too good for T-Bag's newly reattached hand. It is probably about to become a separate accessory again. We finally hear sirens in the distance as T-Bag continues struggling.

And out in New Mexico, Michael emerges from the hotel shower, clad in boxers and tee. He calls for Dr. Sara. She's left him a note on one of his old origami cranes. It reads, "This time I know better. I'm sorry... " Michael sinks to the bed and tries to pull it together.

The dude should have just looked out the window, because Dr. Sara's sitting in the car going through fits of indecision. If Michael had just put on some pants and told her to come back inside, I bet she wouldn't have fallen into Kellerman's clutches. Instead, she decided to head back in on her own, but is instead marched off-screen by Kellerman at gunpoint. Who knows what happens now?