Orson and Bree are getting ready to go, but their departure is being slowed by Bree's insistence on unhooking the DVD player to bring along. "It's the only thing she asked for," she says. Then Orson gets a call from Danielle's doctor, and it's good news. Bree collapses into his arms in relief.

Tom and a somehow completely sober Lynette come home to find Stella on the couch, with the kids asleep upstairs. "Great. Did you put Quaaludes in their cocoa?" Tom snarks. Lynette sends him up to check on the kids so she can yell at her mom for drugging her and also steal my "drug mule" joke, which I swear I totally came up with on my own before I got to this part of the episode. Lynette accuses her mom of missing Lynette's childhood by being drugged, and Lynette says she isn't going to do that. Stella won't apologize, but they agree that it won't happen again. Suddenly Stella remembers that Lynette played Yenta in Fiddler on the Roof. "There are some performances so bad, even alcohol can't block them out."

Bree sits on her front porch, and Susan comes out offering cake and a truce. Susan wonders what's going on between them since Bree got pregnant. Bree takes a long time winding up to come clean, but all she says is that there have been complications with the pregnancy. She fails to mention that one of those "complications" is that the baby is inside a different person. Things seem to be patched up between them, but the scene ends before Bree has to dodge another hug.

Next morning, Adam finds Katherine packing up the storage room, saying that her aunt will stay there when she comes home from the hospital, and she was wrong to make the room so mysterious to Dylan. Adam brings up what Katherine said last night at the party. "You realize what people are going to think," he says. Katherine agrees that it'll make everyone uncomfortable. "And uncomfortable people don't ask questions," Katherine smugs. Adam bows to his wife's superior puppetmaster mojo.

Mary Alice VOs about games, and then we see Katherine alone in the former storage room. Kneeling on the rug, she pulls back a corner, revealing a jagged scar in the wooden floorboard. She puts her finger in it, breaking down in tears. There, there, now -- that can be refinished.