We cut to General Von Baldy watching people in bunny suits working in a clean room while Lisa fills him in on all the details in the tone of voice people usually employ when elaborating on what kind of underwear they've put on (or taken off) in anticipation of a hot date. General Von Baldy muses, "Perhaps we should call in David Baker, just to be safe." Lisa hastily says, "That won't be necessary. We can do this all in-house, and Scylla will be gone by morning." The general gives her a significant look as the soundtrack blares ominously.

Back at Team Scylla HQ, Sucre dolefully notes that he's got to call Ma Bellick. Linc volunteers to take over the chore, but Sucre declines the offer. Mahone is going through the surprising amount of stuff Bellick amassed during his brief tenure as a Team Scylla member. Seriously -- he'd been back from Sona for what -- a day? -- before being apprehended again. When did Bellick have the time to amass a whole giant duffel bag's worth of stuff? Did he use Roland's computer to hit LL Bean when the team wasn't pulling off capers? Mahone notes with mild surprise, "He kept a badge from the police benefit." Sucre shares, "When he was a CO at Fox River, he failed the test to get into the academy five times." Mahone tucks away the badge in his pocket for later.

Then everyone's downstairs, because Michael's taken the formerly missing pages of the bird book and assembled a full map of the basement where Scylla is being kept. He frowns that the map's too simple -- there's something there he's not seeing. "The symbols, they don't make any sense. And the letters ... there's just something wrong," Michael says. He seizes on three of the letters -- C, M and E. After repeating them a few times, Michael realizes the message is "See me." Dr. Sara scans the map and notes, "These letters don't make any sense if you think of them as symbols, but they do if you think of them literally." "Apparently, the symbols in the map spell D-O-U-C-M-E, or "Do you see me?" Then Michael writes out the other symbols he has on the map -- B, A, K, E, R, D, A, V, 1, D. Hello, David Baker. Sucre, bless him, asks who besides Michael and Mahone would even think of something like that: "I mean, what's the point?" Michael doesn't know -- but he figures it's probably a good idea to find David Baker and ask. Oh, that poor weird genius has no idea what's about to hit him.