Susan's. Karl comes over. He wants to apologize. And he also wants Susan back. For reals. Susan squeals that this is great! It's wonderful! She's thrilled! Karl, of course, thinks that all her yelping means that she wants to get back together with him, too, but she tells him that he's very much mistaken. It's wonderful because now she knows for sure that she doesn't have any feelings left for him. Karl stutters that she's got to feel something. "Well, actually, yeah, I do," Susan smiles, and leaves him and runs across the street to Mike's. Mike answers the door, and Susan leaps into his arms. "Mike, guess what? I love you!" she says. He asks if she's sure, and she squeals that she is. They make out some more, and she finally notices that the police are just standing around Mike's living room. He tells her that they're just asking some questions about Mrs. Kravitz. I assume this is part of their standard round of questioning the neighbors, and they haven't found his money, his guns, or the planted evidence in his garage. "I love him. You can write that in your little book," Susan tells the police, who are understandably underwhelmed by this development in their case. Susan makes out with Mike some more. Way to respect the sanctity of their murder investigation, lady.
MAVO comes crawling back into our lives to explain that we're all searching for that one person who will provide what's missing in our lives. I have already found that person. His name is George Clooney. "Someone who can offer companionship," she says, as we cut to KimberBree, calling George and asking him out again. "Or assistance," she says, and Lynette calls a nanny agency and asks if they have anyone experienced and ugly to send her. "Or security," she says, as we cut to Gabrielle calling Carlos and telling him that she found his passport. She tosses it onto the table, all charred and burned up. Like that's not suspicious-looking. "And sometimes, if we search very hard, we can find someone who provides us with all three." Cut to Susan on the phone with Mike, saying that she just called to tell him that she loves him. Again. Some more. Dial it down, Little Miss Needypants.
Meanwhile, some dude is jogging through the woods with his dog. "If we can't find them, we can only pray that they find us," MAVO finishes, as the Dude and His Dog find Mrs. Kravitz's dead, dead body. Dumb, dumb, dumb, dummmmb.