Speaking of Rita, Dexter's leading her and Yelina down the morgue's hallway to the checkin desk. "Hi, Dexter Morgan. I called earlier?" "Oh, right, the floater," says the attendant tactlessly. Dexter offers to lead Yelina into the morgue, but Rita declines. "She senses I'm not 'a shoulder.' Bad sign. She's catching on." As the attendant wonders aloud "what kind of idiot thinks an inner-tube is going to get him over ninety miles of open ocean," Dexter watches Yelina's horrified reaction through the morgue's glass door. "That must be what love looks like," he VOs. "The inability to feel has it's advantages," and as Rita gives him her best ice-grille, "...sometimes."

Ooh, flashback time! Teen Dex is mowing the lawn, and some girl comes up and says, "Hi, Dexter!" "Hi, Mindy," he replies cheerily. She wants to know if he's going to go to the Spring Formal, and, being Dexter, he responds, "Why would I wanna do that?" Nice one, idiot. She walks away, nonplussed, and he continues mowing. Harry, who is working on the car, comes out from under the hood, and I wonder what he's going to say. Something about fitting in, perhaps? Let's see: "She wanted you to ask her to the dance, Dexter." "That's not what she said." "Well, you have to learn their signals." Dexter says he doesn't really care about girls, and he'd rather be alone. "Most normal people don't, and it's important that you seem normal." "...Even though I'm not." "Because you're not," Harry says and pats Dexter on the shoulder.

Tucci's up! He's also being fit for a prosthetic limb. His doctor says, "We'll start you out with a pre-fab, and make adjustments as we go." "Rudy here's gonna put me back together again," Tucci tells Deb amiably. He seems in pretty high spirits for someone who's been through what he has. "Good as new." "Half the battle is attitude," says Rudy, the doctor. "And you have a great one." Tony says he's just happy to be alive. Rudy and Deb share a little flirtatious glance, which Tony totally calls them out on. "Yo, pretty boy! You're stealin' my thunder! I've got a hottie waitin' on me, so..." "I don't know," Rudy protests. "I might just have to fight you for this one." Doakes, who hasn't made a peep, looks unamused at this banter. His work done, the doctor takes off, leaving Tony with Deb 'n' Doakes. "I know what you need, guys, but I didn't see much." Doakes tells him anything he can offer would be a great help. "Well, he came up from behind and he wore a mask when he made me put the...the..." he trails off, half from having to think about what he had been forced to do, half because he's distracted by the milk carton he can't open because he's missing a hand. Deb helps him, and he continues, "things on the ice." After flirting with Deb overtly for a second ("Angel of Mercy? How merciful are you?"), Doakes is back to business: "Can you tell us how tall he was, or if he was black, white, Latino?" "White, I think. Average height. Not fat, not thin, just...average." Deb asks if he heard anything significant, since he was blindfolded. "He didn't talk much. Or, he'd whisper." "That's all you heard?" asks Deb. "Except the rats," he replies. "Every once in a while they'd get up on the bed and I'd have to shake them off." Now, he's in a thousand yard stare, traumatized. "Some crap-ass witness I am, huh?" Doakes says he's doing great. Deb offers, "You know, sometimes when I'm trying to remember something, I close my eyes." She then suggests that maybe they could try blindfolding him, but Tucci's not all that cool with it, and says he's tired. "That's okay," says Doakes. "Officer Morgan and I were just leaving." And, so they do.