Tarzan is wandering somewhere else. He leans into a dark room and finds another cloth-covered place. He opens more doors and finds a greenhouse, or some kind of jungle. There are doves cooing as Tarzan walks through the green. Why didn't Xena put him here in the first place? "I closed this place up so I could forget it was here," Xena says. Hi, did Tarzan wake you? Tarzan so sorry. "You used to live here," she tells him. "In this wing of the house. You and your mother and father." She says she couldn't go there after they disappeared: "This place has got your spirit. Your father's spirit." Xena walks away. Tarzan opens more doors and crouches on the roof ledge. Xena's right there, looking around suspiciously. She asks Tarzan if he'll stay. She and Tarzan smile at each other. Tarzan looks out at the sky. He looks back. There's no answer, since we're not sure how much longer this whole wreck of an attempted superhero franchise is going to be sticking around.
Next week Tarzan takes off his shirt. Whatever, you said that bullshit last week.