Mark Benford didn't see anything. He didn't see 2011. He didn't see 2015. He didn't see any of the multiple flashforwards the rest of the world had.

Olivia Benford saw Lloyd in her house, just like she had last time. But this time, it was different. She knew it was him. She knew how she felt, and she let herself feel it.

Lloyd Simcoe saw the same. He was glad Olivia would finally succumb to their love. He'd loved her for so long, practically since he'd first saw her in his flashforward.

Dylan Simcoe saw Charlie. So beautiful, and elegant. Even more so in years to come. And that smile...

Janis Hawk saw her son. Her perfect little boy. He was going to be okay. She was going to be okay. They would all be okay.

Alarms went off, and fires raged all over the world. The warning had been too late. There were crashes, all over the world. Confirmed missing, confirmed dead, unknown.

Stanford Weddeck looked up at the FBI building. He hadn't seen Mark come out. Disappointed and worried, he approached the building in reverence. A frown faded onto his face as he saw a body just behind the front door. He carefully pushed the door open slightly and turned the body over.

"Oh God," Stan murmured as he recognized the face. Or the remains, at least. The body was burnt almost to a cinder, only just recognizable. Stan closed his eyes and made the sign of the cross.

As I said... Mark Benford didn't see anything.