Dexter pulls up to Laura Moser's old house, kills the engine, and gets out. When he passes the front gate, the sound of distant voices slowly becomes clearer as the sight of the now-barren front yard becomes lush and healthy-looking again. It's clear that Dex is remembering, bit by bit. Laura Moser, a hippie-ish looking young woman, comes out of the front door, calling for Dexter as though they're playing an impromptu game of hide-and-seek. "Where are you, you silly little bear?" Stepping into his own memory, Dex walks right up to her, and turns around to see his much younger self hiding behind a plant, semi-obviously. Dexter looks at her hand, and her nails are painted different colors, a detail that seems impossible for Rudy to know about, unless... Little Dexter jumps out from behind the plant, and mother and son embrace and laugh. "Hey, where could your brother be hiding?" Laura asks Li'l Dexter, and it all becomes clear. Li'l Dex points and says, "Biney right over there." Dexter looks over and sees a kid of about four or five with a bowl-cut peering around a tree. The kid runs over and hugs Dexter, telling him, "You weren't supposed to tell her." "You remember now?" asks Rudy, who's standing on the front porch, looking at Dexter. "Biney," says Dexter. "You always had trouble saying 'Brian,'" says Rudy, now walking towards him. "I have a brother," whispers Dexter, his mind completely blown to smithereens. "A real brother," elaborates Ru-- Brian. "None of this foster bullshit. We're blood brothers, through birth and death. Watching Mom die...it's amazing that we survived that, isn't it?" Holy crap, you guys. Dexter flashes back to the shipping container, but this time it's little Dexter and little Brian sitting in blood together. "You were there, too," says Dex. "You were young enough to block it out. I have never forgotten the day that we were --" "Born," Dex finishes with a whisper. "Where's Deb?" "I wanted to wait for you before we got started," Brian replies as Dex races into the house.