Dream sequence! Yes! Dexter's arriving at his apartment, but it's Harry who opens the door from inside. "Better get inside, son. Storm's on its way." Giant green storm clouds cluster overhead, and darkly dreaming Dexter stares at Harry as rain begins to pour. Dexter reaches out to touch the rain, and when he pulls his hand back, it's bloody. Duh. Inside now, Harry leads Dexter into a room with Valerie Castillo lying dead and naked on the same table as inside the trailer. Harry puts his hand behind her head and lifts her into sitting position, and she stands up and walks out. Deb's painted lips say, "Why didn't you tell me what you are, Dex?" and we're now looking down, bird's eye view, at Dexter lying on the table, covered in plastic wrap, with Deb behind him dressed like a whore. She cuts his face with his scalpel and puts his blood on a slide as a shadowy figure approaches, halts in the doorway, and holds out the same doll's head that the ITK left on Dex's fridge door. "Any last words?" Deb asks. Dexter remains silent, and Deb says "figures," and she swings a cleaver. We hear it hit home just as we see...

Dexter waking up, of course! Completely freaked out and panting, he sits up in bed. "I don't have bad dreams. When I sleep, all of me sleeps. Nothing ever goes bump in Dexter's night." Dexter walks to the window and looks out. "I've never felt a moment of remorse, doubt, regret. What's happening to me?"