At the wake, Finley follows Lewis outside to the porch. "I loike your family," she tells him. "Thanks," Lewis says. Finley pulls something out of her purse. "Did I ever show you this photo? It's from when Mason and I were nine." Lewis says, "That's you?" Finley laughs gently, "I was six inches taller than Mason, it explains a lot about our relationship." "That's your father, and that's your mother," Lewis says, pointing at the people in the faded photograph. "Who's that?" "Our brother, Joey, he was five years older," Finley explains. "He's no longe r--" Lewis starts to say. "He died the summer that was taken," Finley tells him. "I'm sorry," Lewis tells her. Finley continues, "My grandfather had this house on a lake in upstate New York. Nothing fancy but it was Eden when you're nine. There was a tire swing on the lake and we weren't supposed to play on it, but Joey always did. He was wild and fourteen and if my parents said he couldn't do something, well that meant he had to do it." "He drowned?" Lewis asks. "The worst part was this moment just afterwards when I realized he wasn't coming up. I couldn't decide whether to swim out and get him or whether to go and tell my parents. I was frozen there with this thought in my head: They're going to blame me for this. For the next three or four years, I could never really grieve for him because that part of me was so filled up with guilt. Not love, not sadness -- just guilt, which is the most useless emotion. My point, the reason why I brought up this whole horrible thing -- which was clumsy and I'm sorry -- don't try to not feel this, don't pretend that it's all okay, because it's not. If you don't feel these bad things then you won't feel the good things and then you're not alive, not really." Finley touches Lewis's face and goes inside.

At the mansion, Pete and Finley are facing their blackmailer. "How about we say the first of the month, just keep it all businesslike," Dr. Chester the Molester is saying. "What you're doing is blackmail and it's illegal," Finley tells him. "I break a law, you break a law, it all evens out," Dr. Chester says. "You don't need the money, why are you doing this?" Pete asks. "Because I can," Dr. Chester says sinister-like. Mason, Sarah and Lewis come downstairs with a camera. Well, they've finally done the thing I've been screaming about for years in all those soaps: They taped the blackmailer. "The gang's all here," Dr. Chester says, not catching on: "Come to rough me up?" "We don't need to," Pete tells him as Sarah puts the tape in the VCR and plays back the whole conversation. Sarah leans over threateningly and says, "If you call the Sorrensons, or even come near us again, that tape goes to the police." "And yes, it is blackmail," Lewis tells him. "The tape also goes to your wife, the medical board, the neighbors and every patient of yours we can find," Mason finishes. "You won't get away with this!" Dr. Chester says. Oh, he might as well say, "And I would have gotten away with it if it weren't for these meddlin' kids!" "We just want to be good neighbors," Pete says calmly. Finley smiles sweetly, "Our money back, please." Dr. Chester the Molester leaves the money and stomps out. In the kitchen Lewis tells Mason, "We should keep that tape in a safety deposit box, just in case," as he rummages through the fridge. "Absolutely," Mason concurs, adding, "You can have one of mine, if you want." "Thanks," Lewis says, taking a can of soda. Progress indeed.