Outside, Dawson sits on a blanket on the lawn under a big umbrella, holding Lily like a sack of flour. Over on the terrace, Gale confesses to the Flash that she "totally wants Dawson to drop out of USC and come back and be close to us." He admits that when he saw Dawson mooning out in the yard, his "heart pretty much leapt out of [his] chest. And [he] thought, God, [he misses] this kid." The Flash and Gale stare blankly at their children. "Do you know how much I love my life?" the Flash asks. "I have this…amazing family. I mean, I know that everybody says that, but trust me, I've been around the block enough to know that what we have here is incredibly rare. But you see? It's the only thing I've ever been really good at." You know he's about to drop dead, right? Because whenever a secondary character suddenly gets a whole lot of lines, and talks a bunch about how happy he is, he's obviously doomed. Gale makes some "oh honey" noises. The Flash waves it off. "I'm a family man," he continues. "I can say with relative certainty that I will never write a poem. Or paint a painting, or make a movie that will change the world. It just wasn't in the cards for me. But that's okay. Because maybe, just maybe, our son will do that." Gale leans over and kisses him on the cheek. "What was that for?" the Flash wonders. "What can I say? I love my boys," Gale purrs. That's too bad, seeing as one of them is dead meat, and the other is a lost cause. You figure out which is which. Also, do neither of them love or have any ambitions for their daughter? Poor Lily. Poor, poor Lily. And finally: gag.