Cut to Susan's blackened kitchen. A fireman is telling her "it turns out that someone left the gas on with candles burning." Susan says that's not possible, because they don't burn candles during the day. Sophie pipes up, "Uh, well, I did have a French vanilla candle burning earlier, but, but, I'm almost positive I blew it out!" Sophie closes her eyes and pantomimes the act of blowing out a candle. "Yes! I did. I did. I...think." "You're lucky the fire was contained," the fireman tells them. "The damage could have been far more extensive." Susan looks out the gaping hole where he kitchen window once stood and sees CreePaul shooting her his creepy vibe from across the street. Fireman: "You've got to be more careful." CreePaul turns to go back into his house, and ominous music swells. "Don't worry," Susan says to the fireman, "we will be."

Bree is at the pharmacy, to apologize to George for what Rex did, humiliating George in front of all those people. I'm pretty sure that Rex came off as the idiot in that scenario? Though maybe George's clothes got all transparent when they got wet and everyone saw the pentagrams or whatever George has tattooed all over his crazy self? Bree just doesn't know what got into Rex. George: "Isn't it obvious? He hates me." Bree says no, no, Rex doesn't hate George, he doesn't even know George, and George doesn't even know him. George: "Well, I know this much, he isn't going to let us be friends." And with that masterful maneuvering, George manages to get Bree's independent streak a-flaring: "Well, that's not his choice to make." George: "What if he asks you not to see me anymore? What if he orders you?" Well, Bree decides whom she needs in her life, and she's decided that she needs George. George says that Rex is going to make it awfully difficult for them to see each other. "Well," says Bree with a sneaky look in her eye, "who says he has to know how I spend my free time?"