Back at the mansion, Pete, Finley and Mason discuss the neighborly advice Pete was given as they put groceries away. "What did this Dr. Keppler say?" Mason asks. "Well, it wasn't a threat exactly, more like a warning. Plus he thinks I'm you, so don't be yourself if you meet him," Pete tells him. "Who should I be?" Mason asks stupidly. "Eli the Castrato, I don't care!" Pete says. Mason grins then protests, "Hey, we bought that together!" to Finley who is marking a bottle of juice. "I put your name on it!" Finley says showing him the bottle. Lewis walks in; "Hey," he says tiredly. Finley tells him they all need to talk. "I know, the police were here," Lewis says. Mason tells him that the neighbors are beginning to ask questions. Lewis tells them that he let his cousin register his car there because it was eight hundred dollars less a year. "How could you do that?" Finley asks, obviously forgetting that she is illegally subletting the guest apartment. "Finley, your car is still registered at Cornell. Don't start lecturing me about ethics," Lewis tells her. Mason tells Lewis that his actions jeopardized the house for everyone. "And I'm sorry, I'm sorry that this happened. But it's done, and I have more important things to deal with now," Lewis tells him, walking away. Mason -- never knowing where he really isn't wanted -- follows him, "Sorry isn't good enough! What if the Sorrensons find out the police were here? We could lose the place!" "And whose fault is that?" Lewis bites back. "If you and Finley had gotten a legitimate lease, none of this would be an issue, so stop trying to throw it back on me!" Lewis slams his door. Mason looks accusingly at Sarah who glares at him and follows her boyfriend into their room.

Lewis is banging things around their room as he tries to do work. "Let me help," Sarah says, and when he pauses she says, "I went to college, I can work a highlighter." Lewis gives her instructions on what she should be highlighting. After a bit he asks how angry everyone is. "Very," Sarah replies. "I didn't mean for it to get like that, I was just blowing off steam," Lewis tells her. "I know that, but they don't. They don't know how to read you because you've never opened up to them," Sarah tells him. They don't know how to read him because he's a Vulcan and Vulcans don't show emotion. "I'm sorry but I work seventy to eighty hours a week!" Lewis says defensively. "Yes, you do. How are you going to handle Tyrrell's casework on top of that?" Sarah asks. "I'll find a way," Lewis tells her. Sarah's not so sure: "Lewis, when you were studying for the bar, you decided to keep a full-time job and work at the clinic. You said, 'I'll find a way.' You found a way not to sleep for three weeks, you found a way to get mono. I had to have you hospitalized, Lewis, because you collapsed on the stairs. Now, I know this is your family, but I like to believe I'm your family too and I'm not going to stand by and watch you hurt yourself. Do you believe Tyrrell?" Sarah asks after painting Lewis as a complete workaholic. "Do I believe his story? No, he's not telling me everything. Do I believe he's a good person? Absolutely, and that's what I have to protect," Lewis tells her.