The next morning, Deputy Robbie is talking to Cruella in the CamKitchen about how he didn't sleep at all last night. Hey, but what's he doing still in Glenoak? I thought for sure he would have been an important part of Detective Michaels' lynch mob over in Arizona. Dopey comes in and comments that Joy and her mother probably didn't sleep very well last night either. Since we've never even seen Joy's mother -- and I suspect we never will -- as far as I'm concerned, she doesn't count even as a fictional character. Dopey offers to bring Robbie over to Joy's house to wait for news. Before they can leave, though, Cruella starts interrogating The Dopester about Heather. She reveals that she'd hoped Heather was "the one." Dopey says she isn't, but that he had hoped so too. So, um, what the hell purpose did it serve even to have Heather on this week's show? It was so, so pointless.

Up in the girls' room, Mary is staring at that ugly plastic see-through phone. Ruthie says she knows Mary is thinking of calling Wilson. Why anyone would want to do that is a mystery to me. But why Mary would want to do that -- since everyone keeps focusing on the fact that she's not in love with Wilson -- is an even bigger mystery. Besides, I just don't want to see Wilson and his horrid little son ever again, dammit.

Lucy and Cruella are in the CamKitchen, having a delightful heart-to-heart over whom the CamRents would choose as husbands for their daughters. Annie points out that Mike Pierce is all wrong for Lucy, since she's obviously not in love with him. I seem to remember her acting like she was in love with him for a while last year, but quite frankly, I just can't keep track of all the plot and mood flip-flopping on this show, especially since there's so rarely any consistency there anyway.

That would explain why Mary's upstairs, leaving a message on the odious Wilson's answering machine about how she wants him to call her, "maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow, but someday." Oh, God, please, not a future plot involving Wilson! What did I do to deserve this?