Harry and Young Dexter are sitting by a campfire, and Harry asks Dex, "What do you remember from before? You know, before we took you in?" "Nothing." "Good," replies Harry, "because what happened was too strong. Son, it got into you too early, and it's gonna stay there." As this conversation goes on, we see shots of Dexter seemingly losing consciousness on the floor, struggling to breathe. "It's gonna make you want to kill, and you won't be able to stop it," Harry continues. "So, I'm gonna be like this forever?" asks Young Dex, with tons of reverb on his voice. "Yes," answers Harry, matter-of-factly.

Dexter blinks a couple times, coming to, and looks at the same wall as it loses its integrity. Slowly, Dexter climbs to his feet and grabs the rug he's been lying on, covering himself with it. He runs at the wall and strikes it with his full body weight, trying to slam it open. The first attempt doesn't work, and after the second, the rug has caught on fire. The third, however, proves fruitful as Dexter busts through the weakened wood slats and beams to the other side. Deb, who's just arrived, sees Dex bust through, and immediately sprints to his aid, throwing her jacket onto the still-burning rug to tamp out the flames. She tells him he's going to be okay as we hear fire engines pulling up, and she pulls him to his feet and drags him outside. You're awesome, Deb. I don't care what White Rabbit says, you're the shit!

At the airport, we see Lila boarding a plane headed for Paris. I'm sure this won't be relevant later. Actually, it probably will be.

Back at the scene, Dexter, who's sitting on a gurney getting checked out by paramedics, tells Rita, "I'm so sorry for all of this." "It's over now," she says, holding the kids tight. "They're safe, you're safe; that's all that matters." Dexter nods as Rita smiles at him and leads the kids away. Well, that was a pretty fast forgive! I'm not so sure I'd be so quick to just get over this shit.

"You two," says Deb to a couple of uniforms, "secure a perimeter and have the fire chief come see me as soon as he gets here, okay?" Yeah, Deb! Take charge! She approaches a couple other uniforms and tells them to "Put out an APB on Lila West, a.k.a. Lila Tournay, suspected arsonist, 5' 7", black hair, pale like a fuckin' corpse." "Fuckin' corpse, got it," says one guys, earning his SAG card. Nice one, bro! Air fives! Deb moves over to Dexter, who's still on the gurney. "You're wasting your time; she's not coming back, not after this," says Dex. "Yeah, I wouldn't bet on it," Deb agrees. "She won't. She's a survivalist. How'd you know the kids were here?" "One of the neighbors saw them walking with a strange woman. It wasn't much of a leap." Heh. "Lila's gone after everyone that's close to you." Dexter looks at Deb intensely, and she looks taken aback: "What?" "It's pretty impressive. It seems it wasn't too long ago I was taking care of you." "I like it better this way," she says, smiling. "I can see that," he replies calmly. "How can you be so fucking relaxed?" asks Deb, and he responds that he's "good at compartmentalization." "You're a little weird, Dex." "That's not gonna change. I'm gonna be this way forever." "I can live with that. Just smarten up, okay?" Deb leaves him in the hands of the paramedics, and as Dexter gets into the ambulance, he VOs, "I passed through the flames and rose from the ashes, again. I've never been one to put much weight into the idea of a higher power, but if I didn't know better, I'd have to believe that some force out there wants me to keep doing what I'm doing." The screen abruptly goes to black with a resonating clang, leading us to believe that that's it.