"It was kind of a perverse theatre, like he was teaching them," says Jesse. Derek asks how long it went on. Weeks, months, says Jesse. There were drugs and starvation, she says, and we watch as Old Charlie administers a needle to Jesse's arm. "And he talked to you, for hours, for days, just to break you down. Just to get to your inner ... to get to you." Derek asks how she got out. "I don't know. You never told me," she says. Derek's all, huh? She puts her hands on his hips. "It wasn't me Fischer had, baby. It was you." Derek's stunned, because yeah, you'd think you'd remember that, right? We see a future scene featuring Derek instead of Jesse, who says she can't believe he doesn't remember.

Well, Derek goes marching in again and introduces himself, complete with first lieutenant, 132nd SOC. "Yeah, well, good for you," says Old Charlie. "Not for you," says Derek, and he smacks him one. Old Charlie's all, "Yyyyyeah, I was wondering when you'd remember." Derek says he doesn't, but Jesse does, and that's good enough for him. A single tear rolls down Jesse's cheek, so I guess this is the Oscar reel. Old Charlie asks if Derek's going to kill him now. "Not you," says Derek, taking his gun out and pointing it at Young Charlie. There's a gunshot, but it doesn't come from Derek but from Jesse, who's shot Old Charlie instead. "Oh, thank you!" gasps Young Charlie, who you'd think would still be traumatized from seeing his future self SHOT TO DEATH, for god's sake.

Back at the Connor Compound, Derek comes in, waking his mom up on the couch. She hands over her little yellow sketch paper with the three dots, asking him what he thinks it means, explaining that she's been dreaming about it. It's so clearly finger holes for a bowling ball that I don't know what the whole mystery here is. He shrugs off any significance her dreams might have and tells her Chrome Artie's body wasn't there. "Ellison," says Sarah, and John says he doesn't have it. And then the next thing I know she's blathering on about how it's her fault that Chrome Artie found them, because of the boy at the bowling alley who she let live (see? Bowling alley! Finger holes on a bowling ball!). "We're not murderers. You're not," he says, consciously or unconsciously implying that he is, or feels like one. "We need to get that body back," she says.