Justin is sitting at home like a wolf spider lying in wait for Rebecca to bother coming home. She rushes in, but just to "grab a snack" and he pounces. He demands to know what is going on because her father stopped by and he just got in this morning. Rebecca stares at him and then in a magnificent display of SHEER BALLS, she jumps on his moral high ground, knocks him to the ground, turns the argument around and gets MAD AT HIM for daring to ask for an explanation. I mean, BRAVO, girl. It's not everyone who can get completely caught in a lie and then go all FTW. Rebecca didn't think she had to "check in" and then screeches at him for wanting to know where she is going and what she is doing and apologizes for not being raised in a talking family like the Walkers. And did she mention she doesn't think all that talking is healthy? WELL, NOW SHE DID. She heads for the door and Justin feebly yells, "But where are you going?" Like, give it up, dude, you lost! Rebecca yells, "I HAVE A DANCE CLASS! And here's the address." Justin (along with, like, the entire viewing audience) are like, WTF? A dance class? You're having AN AFFAIR with a DANCE CLASS? She bellows that she will be there every night until she's not. So take that, dickhead. She marches out, leaving everyone scratching their heads. I mean, what sort of deeply fucked up relationship do these two have that she can't (and won't) tell him that she signed up for a DANCE CLASS. Also, all those nice things I said about Rebecca last week? I take them all back.