Downstairs, Carlos is curled up on the minuscule couch, when Money comes in, wearing an itsy bitsy virgin-white nightie carrying a plate full of roast beef sandwich. Money asks Carlos whether Gabby "kicked [him] out, too." He nicely, parentally, tells her that "marriage is complicated," which is something she will come to learn on her own "someday." He very winningly asks her whether she wants to watch some "trashy American TV" with him, and then he scoots over to make room for her on the mini-couch. She offers him the roast beef sandwich, and he sigh-fully reminds her of Gabby's "health kick" diet and hands her back the plate. Money pushes the plate back toward him and softly, meaningfully says, "I will not tell." Carlos stares back deep into her eyes, and it's clear that they're suddenly no longer just talking about roast beef. I mean, they are, just not literally.

Betty comes downstairs with Matthew's breakfast, and out of the dark, Danielle charges at her and clocks her over the head. Betty falls to the ground. Danielle looks slightly shocked by what she's done, but she still grabs the dungeon keys off unconscious Betty. Matthew yells that Danielle was only supposed to steal the key, but Danielle urges him to run away with her, and together they skedaddle (after Matthew pauses to grab Betty's gun off the breakfast plate, of course).

At home, an exhausted and shiny-pale Bree carries a basket full of laundry into Andrew's room, which is now decorated with Danielle's things. And there, she finds this note from Danielle: "Mother, Matthew and I are running away together and we're never coming back. If you want me to be happy, you won't try and find us. Living in that house with you was like being in a prison. You drove me to do this, so I hope you blame yourself. Have a nice life."

After this, we see Bree packing up her bags and calmly, with a little, sad smile, checking herself into the Fairview Meadows Psychiatric Hospital. Is it just me, or does Danielle's storyline totally have "happily ever after" written all over it, like in blood?

Paul wakes up in the middle of the night and walks into the kitchen, where he promptly slips in something...very slippery. He turns on the light and discovers that his kitchen floor has been painted with a huge swatch of blood. Also, his blood-covered hands have now marked the light switch. With a curse to "that psychotic bitch," he gets up and follows the trail of blood into the garage, where he's greeted by a flashing car full of Fairview's finest. And Felicia's trap is sprung! He tries to explain that Felicia isn't dead; rather, she's the one who made the call; in fact, she's undoubtedly somewhere nearby "laughing her ass off" over his predicament. But the police are unmoved by his story, especially once they find two of Felicia's fingers right there in the trunk of his car. Wow, Felicia is totally, utterly, stomach-turningly crazy. And eww! CreePaul and I have the exact same red-topped plastic storage boxes! I need a shower. A hot, hot shower. CreePaul, upon seeing the fingers, lying there amongst the blood and his jumper cables: "Man, she's good."