At the junkyard, Dexter's testing the knife for blood as Doakes explains how a lot of murderers stash their weapons in junk cars to dispose of the weapon faster. Dexter, of course, finds blood. "Wanna bet it's the wife's?" asks Doakes. "It's always the husband. You were right all along," says Deb skeptically, and walks away. "Deb will forgive me," VOs Dex. "Eventually. That's who she is; big-hearted, kind. Nothing like me." Angel's just arrived on the scene with the sketch. "That kid Oscar swears this is who he saw." "Son of a bitch," says Doakes, looking at Dexter. "Dex!" says Deb. As he walks towards them, he VOs, "Okay, I gave them Jorge's sock, a knife with his prints, and a drop of his wife's blood. Forensics trifecta like that should trump a child's drawing...I hope." Deb shows him the sketch, and it's totally Jesus Christ. "Weird," says Deb. "Jesus Christ saved this kid?" says Doakes. "On his own, for as long as Oscar was? Who's to say he didn't?" replies Angel, confirming why I love him. Deb steals a glance at Dexter, noticing how relieved he looks. Hmm.
Astor's party has just begun, and Rita lights the candles on the cake, wondering aloud to Dexter, "When did lighting the candle become more fun than blowing them out?" "Nice turnout," Dex observes. Apparently, Rita called all the moms to assure them that Paul wouldn't be there. Dex asks her if the kids know that she told Paul not to come. "After presents," she says. Fair enough.
As Astor prepares to blow out the candles, Rita reminds her not to tell anyone her wish, or it won't come true. "It already came true; Dad's not here." Well, then maybe you should wish for something else, right? Anyway, as Dexter watches from afar, he VOs, "I was wrong about birthdays." Hell yeah, you were. Birthdays are awesome! "Maybe the reason to celebrate them is what they offer: the hope of living to see another one." Looking over at Deb, who is glowering at him: "The thing about Deb forgiving me? I'd better give her a few more days. I barely escaped getting caught this time. I realize now my days are numbered, so I'd better make the most of them." And by "make the most of them," he means "have a non-stop tickle fight with Cody," because that's what he does.
Later, as he leaves his apartment, Dexter goes on: "All along, I thought this was a game my alter ego and I were playing. But relationships change, evolve. And this one's getting deep." He looks out at the sky as storm clouds like the ones from his nightmare gather. Lightning strikes a couple of times in the distance. "Like Harry said in the dream, 'A storm's on its way.'" Yeah, I guess he did say that.