In the next scene, we're watching Tang walking down a dark hallway in the lab as the monkeys continue their infernal cries. At the end of the hallway, there's a closed cell. Tang takes a needle and a length of rubber hose out of her lab coat pocket. She opens the cell with her key. A hand grabs at her. It's Poor Man's Wes Bentley, and he's got eyebleed. And open sores. And a bad case of I Think He's About to Get Killed Off the Show-itis. He grabs the needle from Tang and injects himself in the stomach. The open sores disappear. He breathes, woozily. "Where have you been?' he asks, accusingly. Tang apologizes for keeping him in a lot of pain. He asks why they did this to him. "We were trying to give you a second chance," she explains. Wouldn't he have been asking these questions months before? PM'sWB says he's been hearing lots of noise; he wants to know what's going on. Tang says that they're shutting down the lab. He asks where they're going. She doesn't respond. Why is she telling him all this? He figures out that he's not going. He asks about the medicine. Tang says that Papa Luthor took all of it. PM'sWB drops the needle and says, gritting his teeth, "Then get it back!" Tang can't. He says he only has twelve hours. Tang tells him that Papa Luthor won't help; he doesn't even know PM'sWB is still alive. I still can't figure out why Tang doesn't assume that telling someone to his face that he's going to die won't make him freak out and get violent. Tang apologizes. PM'sWB asks what he's supposed to do. The anxiety music amps up considerably as he tightly grips the rubber hose he took from Tang. He lets it unravel in his hand. The music climaxes, but nothing happens. Yet.