Back in the present, Cameron seems to be deciding between smothering a sleeping Derek with a pillow or using it to prop his head up. Sarah strolls in. She hasn't changed her blood-soaked shirt, possibly because she likes the way the red accentuates her stain-free chest. She says Cameron should "get the hell out of here" and then asks if Cameron did something to Derek in the future. "I don't know," says Cameron, explaining that when the Terminators get reprogrammed, their memories are scrambled, which supposedly increases the chances for success of their new programming, not to mention provides a convenient plot point. She places the pillow under Derek's head. He thanks her by immediately starting to spit up blood. While Sarah moves to help him, Cameron watches dispassionately. "His lungs are hemorrhaging. He's drowning in his own blood," she says. Sarah yells for Charley, since Cameron's going to be no help whatsoever.

After the commercial break, Charley tells the Connor Crew that he stopped the bleeding and drained Derek's lungs, but he's going to need a transfusion. Cameron offers up Sarah, the universal donor with O-negative blood. Doesn't matter, says Charley. Derek needs at least three pints of his own blood, AB-negative, which only one-half of one percent of people have. "We don't find one, you're going to have a serious problem." Sarah suggests dropping him off at the hospital anonymously. Cameron points out Derek's still wanted by the police. She's got a better idea: let him die. John, less than enthusiastic towards that idea (look, we're just brainstorming, people; there are no wrong answers), asks Charley to test him. "You heard the odds, Johnny, two-hundred to one." It's considerably less than that, considering, I'm told, O-negative parents can't have AB-negative children. I didn't know that. I can forgive the writer for not knowing that. But it's sorta something I'd think Charley would know. So it's either a mistake, or John's not really Sarah's son. Since she presumably knows whether or not she expelled him from her uterus, let's call this little plotline a "boo-boo." Not a deal-breaker for me, really.

In 2027, Derek is wasting his time trying to use his fingers to unscrew the metal plate he's handcuffed to. A catatonic Wisher is dragged back across the floor and reshackled. After the guard leaves, Derek calls Wisher's name, but he doesn't respond. Again, the lights of a Hunter-Killer bathe the room in light, but this one flies overhead instead of stopping, and through a door open to the outside, Derek can see this one is hauling a jet engine.