Turns out the voiceover is coming from a bearded fellow whose chunky black-framed hipster glasses have survived the apocalypse, teaching a bunch of children in a settlement. Or trying to. His pupils seem like a pack of slack-jawed yokels. Hmph. And they thought Honey Boo Boo was going to make us all idiots. Ben comes out to greet Beardo, whose name is Aaron. He asks where Charlie and (her brother) Danny are; Aaron says they've gone hunting. "They better have," Ben says.

They have not gone hunting. Charlie is now a lovely, willowy lady and her brother is the kind of Iceman-from-X-Men hottie that makes you worry about Blue Lagoon-type scenarios. Together they're exploring an RV turned on its side. Charlie flashes back to just after the blackout, when her mom, who was that lady from Lost, let her eat all the ice cream in the freezer. Her dad tells her to remember what it tastes like. Because apparently winter will also never happen again and people will forget how to make ice cream? We made ice cream in my tenth-grade chemistry class by putting cream and sugar in bags and shaking it inside bigger bags of rock salt and ice. No electricity required! Get off my lawn, show.

In the RV, Danny has an asthma attack. Charlie takes him to some sort of granola healer lady, Maggie, who gives him a gnarly concoction to suck down. Ben shows up to chastise her for not taking care of her brother. Charlie is chafing at her father's restrictions, and he's all, the whole world is dangerous! Which it kind of does seem to be, yes. Maggie, who it turns out is Ben's new lady friend, tries to interject her opinion, and Charlie gets all YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM! and storms off.

Abandoned playground. Charlie finds her old Return of the Jedi lunchbox, full of a silent iPod and postcards of the big wide world. I find it odd that she'd have what is, at this point, a more than forty-year-old relic (assuming we're in about 2027 now). Do children even have lunchboxes now? Charlie flips through the postcard and wistfully hums "Part of Your World" under her breath. Not really, but only because the rights are usurious.

Back at the village, Giancarlo Esposito rides into town. Now, I've never watched Breaking Bad, but I understand he was a very bad man there, and given that he's accompanied by a bunch of black-garbed guys with weapons, he doesn't seem particularly angelic here. "What a beautiful village," he deadpans. It's not bad, actually, three or four McMansions with garden plots surrounding them, flowers growing in the engine cases of old VW Bugs. Lots of corn. My dad would love it.