You guys, the 90s are back. In fact the 90s may have been back this whole time, and have already jumped the shark and... er, maybe we shouldn't be mentioning them any more. What's the half-life on irony? Anyway, the reason I mention this at all is because Nora is wearing flannel. And not cozy flannel pajamas, but real life authentic flannel shirt layered over another shirt. At this point Kurt Cobain is probably glad he is dead so he doesn't have to see how lamestream his fashion has become.

So Nora is wearing her flannel and headbanging to Green River while she mops when Saul walks in and points out that if she can see up her own skirt she probably doesn't need to wax any more. Then Saul stomps all over her clean floor to gawk at a photo of Nora, Saul, and Brody. Who is Brody? You know, Brody a.k.a. the guy Nora dated before William. The reason Nora was being followed by a private investigator. Saul can't help but point out that framing a photo secretly taken by a private investigator is kind of weird and unsettling, but Nora pooh poohs the idea. Besides there was a sale on frames at Marshall's, but you had to buy three. So voila! An addition to Saul's mid-century modern mantelpiece. Saul insists that she keep the photo, because really, he had to insist. Besides, she's the one obsessed with this retconned Brody character, not him.

The phone rings and over the din of Mudhoney, Nora yells, "It's Tommy!" and jumps up and down a few times. Or maybe she is moshing. Tommy is just calling to report that he landed and is on his way over with his "surprise." Nora smiles, hangs up, and turns to Saul: "What the hell is he going to spring on us this time?" Very good question, Nora! I am impressed that you remembered that your son is kind of an asshole who steals money and kidnaps his daughter and lies to his wife and shoots blanks. Saul shrugs, but then they both agree that they just really want Tommy back. I disagree. I do not want Tommy back. No I do not. Not even a little. Please let his surprise be that he is moving to Sri Lanka. Please?

Sarah is trying on outfits and settles on the most spectacularly MOM shirt ever. It is a button up with perpetually rolled up sleeves and is too big and is boxy and she is layering it over a camisole. That doesn't make it sexy, Sarah! In the immortal words of the Fug Girls: Oh honey, no. Before she can come to her senses and realize that the best way to keep a man many years your junior who has just been "painting a mural" in China for two months, is with Saran Wrap, a bottle of champagne, and an older woman's bedroom wisdom, Luc shows up. Surprise! Sarah was just getting dressed to go pick him up at the airport! He took a cab because that early onset Alzheimer's of Sarah's seems to have made her forget this flight got in an hour ago. She throws herself into his arms, but the phone rings and since she is a Walker, she is genetically incapable of NOT answering it. Obviously it's Nora who is determined to yakkity yak about what Tommy's potential surprise could be even though Sarah begged her to talk quickly because her homme is home.