But Jesse wants to know what the question was. Cameron's a little bit more forthcoming with answers (maybe because she knows what happened to Queeg). "'Will you join us?'" she says. That was the question. This doesn't really put Jesse into a much better mood, but Cameron's about to completely ruin her day by saying she's sorry for her loss. Jesse doesn't know specifically what Cameron's talking about, but don't worry, Cameron will explain it. She says the doctors aren't sure if it was because of the fight or the change in pressure when they scuttled the Carter. "You were pregnant. You're not now." Hmmm. Seems kind of afterthought-ish to me, right there. Jesse shakes her head, and a tear rolls down her cheek.
In the present, Jesse's not home free just yet. She comes down the hotel stairs to the car park to find Derek, who's all stylishly leaning against his truck, all backlit, smoke swirling around, staring moodily at the ground, some Alice In Chains-lite music blaring from the speaker, like just how long has he been posed like this waiting for her?
He doesn't even look up as she approaches. Finally she says his name.
He asks her if she knows who "Billy Wisher" is, and she doesn't, and he realizes she's from a future where Billy Wisher doesn't exist -- his best friend Billy Wisher, who fought in Derek's squad, because Billy Wisher's name was in fact Andy Goode. "And back here in this world he wrote a computer program. The program that becomes Skynet. And so Andy Goode is dead." Which means so is Billy Wisher, because Derek came back and killed him. "He was my brother, and I loved him, and I killed him." Jesse's staring at him: Yeah, your nephew just talked at me like this for about five hours so I'd really like to take a pass on this one.
"I did it for Kyle, and John, and I did it for you." She starts to speak, and he tells her to shut up. "You have no idea! You have no idea what they took from us!" she wails at him. He says he doesn't even know her. She's crying again. "I'm Jesse. I'm Jesse!" "You're not my Jesse," he says. "You never were."
They stare at each other for a moment. "John Connor said to let you go," says Derek. He waits a moment, then: "I'm not John Connor." In slow motion, he goes for his gun, and she throws her bag at him and turns and runs. He raises his gun, aims it at her retreating back, and looks conflicted. She makes it to the bottom of the stairs and glances at him. Closeup of his finger on the trigger, and he depresses it, and it clicks, and that's all we hear or see.