...while Hannah, apparently having been stabilized, is showing signs of life as she moves a couple fingers. And they're on her poisoning hand, too!

In his car, parked in some construction site or dump or something (all these clandestine meetings they've had this season have really shown us the side of "Miami" the tourists never see), Dexter is at a loss to know what to do with this latest news. He once again apologizes for Deb getting involved in this side of his life, but then decides that if all LaGuerta has is the DVD, it won't be enough to prove anything, so he needs to discover what her next move is. Deb goes to the well again in asking if this is ever going to end, but he promises it will, and tells her to go back to work. She starts to get out of the car, but hears a noise and asks what it was; when Dexter tells her it's Estrada, the FML look on her face is seriously not to be matched. Hee.

Some hospital staff members come in to check on Hannah -- and she's gone. Can't say I wasn't rooting for that.

Dexter breaks into LaGuerta's place and discovers, much to his chagrin, a warrant request that would allow her to access the GPS records of both his and Deb's phones the night Colin Hanks was killed. Someone suggests that it's time to run, but Dexter thinks he can't leave Deb behind to take the fall, nor could she handle life on the run. Not only that, he no longer wants to run either. Turns out the fake life he and someone created as a cover has become the truth, and he doesn't want to lose it, so he's going to stand his ground -- he's going to kill LaGuerta. And I don't have a problem with this development from a story perspective, but does Dexter really think, in addition to killing her, he's going to be able to effectively eradicate all the evidence she has piling up? But Dexter looks firm, and someone, in shock, asks how they ended up here...

...so it's time for one last flashback. Dexter, with that same psycho-dork look on his face, comes off the MM elevator with a big box of doughnuts, which are picked off one by one by passers-by, including a uniformed and bangs-sporting Deb, who mentions she's going to pick up steaks and beer for them that night. Ah, steaks and beer. Were we ever so young?