Dawson's House Of Pain. The Bereaved One carries Lily into her room and puts her down for her nap. He stands over her crib and watches her sleep. She really is a darling baby.

In the master bedroom, Gale sleeps in her clothes, passed out next to a pile of crumpled tissues. Dawson reaches over, removes the tissues, and covers his mother with a blanket.

Tired out from being The Man Of The Family, Dawson retreats to his room, where he sits on the bed, lets out a giant sigh, rubs his eyes, and flops back. There's a knock on the door. It's the Flash, come back from the grave! "Having a good birthday?" he asks. "Yeah, definitely," Dawson answers in this little kid's voice. "How does it feel to be twelve years old?" the Flash asks. Oh, it's a flashback! Or, um, a "Flash"-back. "Pretty good," Dawson coos. "I think I'm ready for a girlfriend." Heh. The twelve-year-old Dawson and the eighteen-year-old Dawson aren't very different. Deluded, I mean. The Flash chuckles and sits down next to his son and tells him to "give it a couple of years." "Okay," Dawson chirps. The Flash asks if Dawson enjoyed his gifts, and Dawson responds that he liked them all, "especially the 1941 video." The Flash points out that said video was a difficult item to procure. He doesn't mention that that's because 1941 is renowned as a giant and expensive bomb and no one wants to watch it. The Flash tells Dawson that he thinks he has one more gift. "No, I opened them all," Dawson says. "Are you sure?" the Flash asks. "Pretty sure," Dawson responds. "I don't know," the Flash says. "I think you better take a look…in the closet." Heh. Oh, come on, like you didn't laugh at that. I know the man's dead, but a juvenile "in the closet" joke never stops being funny.