Susan has her head under her kitchen sink; she's monkeying around with her pipes. Personally, if I were dating a plumber, I'd have him come over and fix my plumbing (and then I'd have him come over and fix my plumbing). But, okay, sisters are doing it for themselves, etc. She hears a knock on her front door, and yells "come in," all "Yes, the murdering neighbor is back in town, but sure, whoever's at the door, come on in, the door's totally unlocked!" CreePaul strolls in with a very calm, cool, and collected expression on his face. (Really, it's strange how laidback he is in this episode, after how very tense he's been up until now? I guess losing everything can do that to a man.) He says hello, and of course Susan cracks her head on the counter. Apparently, CreePaul found one of the flyers Susan put up around town in his mail, and he wonders if she happened to find out anything about where Zana might be. The desperate "psychopath of least resistance" music starts up, and Susan does some disastrously transparent hemming and hawing, along with some very obvious groping in the sink behind her. Seriously, she's biting her tongue as she concentrates on her plain-as-day sink-rooting -- it's like she's trapped in her own endless episode of Scooby Doo. CreePaul keeps walking closer and closer, saying that he knows how Zana hid out at Susan's house once before, and maybe he's still there? Susan denies that Zana is in the house, and CreePaul menacingly says that maybe they should double-check. Susan squeaks that she swears Zana isn't there. Finally, CreePaul stops his eerie walking to ask what it is Susan's trying to grab in the sink. Susan: "A knife...I just want to...slice some tomatoes." CreePaul helpfully turns and grabs a knife from the big knife tower on the counter. (Nice plan, Susan. Grabbing for a knife when your potential assailant is six American inches from a knife-a-teria?) With the knife pointing right at Susan, CreePaul silently starts walking closer and closer. Susan: "I don't know how I know this, but I think he's in Utah." CreePaul keeps coming. Susan: "He took a bus, to Bountiful. You have family there, right?" CreePaul takes another step closer, and now he's right up in her face, the knife glittering. Susan: "Okay, I gave him the bus fare!" Paul smiles, flips the knife so it's handle-side out, and hands it to Susan. CreePaul: "You might want to be careful with that. You seem a little jittery." That creepy, creepy CreePaul! Also? Earth calling Susan! Come in, Susan: Now would be a great time to tell Mike how you sent Zana to Utah. Just a suggestion!