A brief (and pointless) coda between Maria and Brody the following morning at the Crashdown. She returns Sydney's photo. He was unaware she had borrowed it. He makes nice with the "I feel like you're always here protecting me" sentiments. Maria beams. Whatever. Go away, Brody. We know we're never going to see you again, so just get gone.
Tess's boudoir in the Den of Porno. Max climbs in unannounced through the open window. Tess, sleepy-eyed, asks, "What is it?" He reveals that when he pulled the Vulcan mind-meld mojo on Brody, he received instructions to escort her to the prom, after which he was to spend an hour or so in the Brigadoon Observatory impregnating her with an alien fetus she will miscarry should she remain on Earth. Tess is scantily-clad and delighted. He brushes her cheek with his thumb, and we fade to black.
Okay, that's not what he saw in BrodyVision, but that's what ended up happening, okay? Jesus, just let me get back to those goddamned witches in San Francisco already. I never thought I'd say it, but thank God for the oversimplified weekly-exposition/weekly-main-action/weekly-summation brand of storytelling on Charmed. Christ.
Oh yeah, one more thing. Next week, the Ferret cries. I am so out of here.