Elsewhere in The Yard Of The Grieving. Gale's leaning against a tree, wondering how long she should wait before she calls up that news anchor she was sleeping with in Season One. Oh, come on! You know that, eventually, there's going to be some Dawson-deals-with-his-mother-dating-a-guy-that's-not-the-Flash episode. And it's going to be so tiresome. Grams comes up to her and gently asks how she's holding up. "I'm hanging in there," Gale says. Grams looks out at the creek, and tells Gale that she spent her entire marriage praying that she would die before her husband did, because she didn't think she would be able to go on without him. But look: she's done it. Although her husband's death was hard, she tells Gale, there eventually came a day that was easier than the one before it. "And until then?" Gale asks. "Well, that's what prescription medication is for," Grams quips. Gale laughs in spite of herself. "It's a strange thing we do," Grams says, "falling in love. You share your life with another person, give them your heart to the extent that losing them could potentially destroy you. Crazy thing to do." Gale looks off at the creek. "It's insane," she agrees. "So why on earth do we do it?" Grams asks. Gale shrugs. "What else is there?" she asks. They embrace, and Grams talks into Gale's overly frosted hair, wishing she still lived next door. "So do I," Gale says. Grams offers to stay for a bit, watch Lily for them. Gale thanks her, but says that she and Dawson "have to meet this one, head-on." So to speak. "I understand," Grams says. "But don't you hesitate to pick up the phone, young lady. We merry widows have to stick together." Gale smiles, and they walk arm in arm toward the house.