So Derek's driving with Jesse, and the two of them are having a sullen-off in the truck, just staring out the window. He asks if she's going to say anything. She thanks him, curtly, for bailing her out, since she knows he doesn't like police stations. "Maybe that's because I'm a fugitive," he points out, and she's all, "I said 'thanks'!" and she won't tell him what happened other than she got in a fight. "With four naval aviators," he says. "Really just three. One of them went down pretty quick," she says. He asks what's going on and she says "Nothing." He doesn't believe her, but that's all she's going to say.

We flash back (forward) through the white screen into the submarine known as the U.S.S. Jimmy Carter. And somewhere in the depths of that tin can, the sailors on board are all standing around in a circle, and one of them asks Jesse if they've crossed the line yet. "Give it another tick," she says, looking at her watch, and then announces that they've crossed the equator, and everyone cheers. "One nice thing about metal driving the boat, a schedule's a schedule," says some dude. And another nice thing is that they don't take your damn yogurt out of the break room fridge like some co-workers I know.

So anyway, there's some guy lying on the floor on his back in the centre of the circle, and he's all oily and greasy, and this burly guy standing next to Jesse hands her a proclamation that she unrolls and reads: "Know ye that sonar man second class Christopher Garvin on the 13th day of September, 2027, aboard U.S.S. Jimmy Carter appeared at the equator at latitude zero, longitude 180, entering into our royal domain. And having been inspected and found worthy by my royal staff was initiated into the solemn mysteries of the ancient Order of the Deep. I command my subjects to honour and respect him as one of our trusty shellbacks." And then they pull up the newest shellback, and everyone is hugging each other, and this isn't some futuristic resistance ceremony thing but is a real thing that happens to commemorate the first time a sailor crosses the equator, which I was not aware of until know. Thank you, Sarah Connor Chronicles, for teaching me something other than "be wary of your cyborg bodyguard."