Three months later, in the Maryland State Penitentiary, the clock is still ticking forward, as we're treated to that old staple of The X-Files: the voice-over. Martin, in gray prison garb, sits listlessly in his cell, and tells us stuff. I transcribe: "The passage of time imprisons us not in a cell of brick and mortar but in one of hopes dashed and tragedies unaverted. How precious then, a chance to go back, only to discover that in facing the past, you must face up to yourself, that exiting the prison of time doesn't free you from the prison of your own character, one from which there is no escape." In the Twilight Zone. Or whatever.