Later, at home, Dexter is looking through some pictures and reminiscing about Janet, this pretty girl from his high school who was nice to him when no one else was. She and Joe Walker were voted Most Beautiful Couple. We see slow-mo memories of Joe grabbing Janet's bruised arm in the hallway at school. Pressing people's bruises is the WORST, unless, I guess, you create the bruises in the first place. That's worse. Fuck this Joe, guy. Rules are you can't fucking press the bruises that you made. It's just a rule. So, Dexter has a lot of pictures of them. They got married and moved away after school. Years later, she died, apparently of suicide. There was blood under her fingernails though. Dexter wonders how that could happen when her fingers were wrapped around the grip. I also wonder if maybe every forensics person in the country besides Dexter is just really dumb or something? Why is it that he can pick all of this out from just reading about it? It seems like the blood thing would've been a red flag for just about anyone with even rudimentary knowledge of crime scenes and whatnot. Like, they thought to check under her fingernails but weren't set into action by the findings? Dumb.
OK, now it's nighttime and someone's paddling a boat in the darkness. I'll be damned if it isn't Edward James Olmos and Colin Hanks. Eddie is leading Colin he says that "they" like to be near the shore. Then, he adds that Florida water snakes don't lay eggs, they give birth to live young. Gross. 20 or 30 at a time. So gross. They find a really old one and Colin scoops it up with a net. Then, he picks the snake up and says, as he watches the unborn young slithering beneath the skin of the mama, that there are a lot of them. Eddie says that he will need seven. You see, in the off season, I feel like the writers spent more time thinking about whatever gross quirks the killer would have and less about just honoring their own freaking characters.
Here's Dexter at his reunion. He VO's that high school combines the warmest elements of a federal work camp with that of a third-world poultry farm. I have never let my mind rest on the idea of third-world poultry farms for even a second. I still apparently can't. My mind is actually not letting me. I will say though that probably, though I've no experience with either, a federal work camp's warmest elements (cafeteria? library?) would not even be that different from a third-world poultry farm's (family meal? chicken races?), so the analogy really just serves to make Dexter sound a little like a dramatic teenager. He adds that it's a miracle that he didn't kill anyone in high school and this is one of those moments where Harry, in the background, looking like "You're telling ME!" would have been really appreciated.