Beware the SqueeTM

So, now that a whole night has passed since my brain dissolved, I feel sufficiently ready to SqueeTM. In the fangirlish way.

Really. Sara + Michael = hot making out in a (really large) train bathroom. And then they got interrupted, but oh well. It's the most we've gotten yet, and I'll take it, with the whole confessions of love thing too.

T-Bag? Meh. Not so interesting right now.

May I just take this opportunity to say I'll miss Haywire? And Mahone looked like he wanted to go with, which made me die a little inside. I might potentially like Mahone a wee bit more than I should.

Sara + rope conveniently extracted from hoodie = Kellerman's bad, bad day. Is it wrong that I might have entertained brief Sara/Kellerman thoughts? Angry moments, of course, soothed with a little Sara/Michael loving, but still.

I was even a little heartwarmed by C-Note's moment of heroism and the peeps helping him. Aw.

P.S. Dear Cops. You interrupted Michael and Sara. Die. Watch the big bad train crush your cars, and remember: no one messes with the shipping. No one.

P.P.S. "Brad Bellick, I'm with the Bureau?" Does not sound nearly as he-manish as I'm sure he wanted.