"VR" Brody exposits that he remembers being home alone at the time, after which point his memory vanishes, leaving him with a seventy-two-hour period for which he cannot account. Okay, I'll buy that he's eccentric -- he is British, after all -- but talking out loud to himself in a virtual reality simulation? Nope. Sorry. Try again. "VR" Brody issues another command. "Run Abduction Simulation 1.6." The "computer" complies, shifting the scene to what I presume to be the warehouse summit in the Not York episode. Sorry. I skipped that one when it first aired. More nattering from "VR" Brody, who goes on about "remembering" five other people in attendance. The "computer" butts into his reverie, flashing the red warning "MEMORY DISK FULL." The Brodester orders an "override." I'm a total Computer Barbie, so I'll leave it to those more qualified to comment on technical matters to rip this bit of stupidity to shreds. "VR" Brodester carries on with this acid trip down memory lane, conjuring Nicholas the Skin and, eventually, Max himself. The "computer," which operated so well despite the weight of all of that contrivance, cannot, unfortunately, bear the additional burden of the Pecs of Doom. It shorts out, frying the virtual reality helmet and Brody's brain as it does so.
Roswell's infrastructure apparently has deteriorated to the point where one overloaded socket can black out the entire town. The lights of the UFO Center flicker and darken, followed by those of the Crashdown Café and the adjoining buildings across the street. Brody wails and moans and drops to the floor. Out in the exhibition area, Max futzes with the fuse box while unnecessarily ominous horns blat on the soundtrack. Back in the office, Brody opens a filing cabinet to retrieve an automatic. He turns, hoisting the weapon and glaring, as we cut back out to the master electrician in the hall. Tess approacheth, looking too Abba-esque for words. Flat hair, parted in the middle, with a ribbed turtleneck over flared, hip-hugging jeans. Mamma mia. There she goes again. My, my. How can he resist her? As she saunters over in the beam from his flashlight, which sounds filthy but really isn't, Tess informs Max that the lights are out all across town. She then offers him the gift box she's been carrying. Pre-coital Max looks suspicious. "What's the occasion?" he asks. Tess rolls her eyes. "Does there have to be an occasion?" she shoots back, more than a little tired with his attitude. It's just a shirt she saw on sale. If he can't deal with it, she'll just give it to Kyle. For once in his life, Max realizes what an ass he's being and apologizes, thanking her for the "thoughtful" present. She smiles a bit, and the glare from the inch of Vaseline she's slathered on her lips momentarily blinds me while Max moves to activate the Center's back-up generator.