Mark clears his throat. "What are you doing?" he demands. "My son is missing," she sniffles. "No one can find him." Mark reminds her that a second child -- the one laid up next door -- also got hurt and scared, and needs comfort and love. Mia snaps that this is none of Mark's business. "Do you want him to feel responsible? Guess what -- he already does," Mark fumes. "Do you want him to hurt? He already hurts! Want him to hate himself? Keep it up." Mark doesn't point out that she's an evil, sick bitch for wanting her child to hurt, but one can only expect so much vitriol from a fountain of skim milk. Dipshit Dad interrupts the non-lecture to report that precious Joey has been recovered downriver and is about to be rescued. The parents bolt to a television set.
In a nice bit of editing humor, we cut to Reese playing peacefully in slightly less perilous waters -- his bathtub. Cleo is curled up on the floor, leaning against a cabinet and watching Peter play with his son. "He'll be okay, Peter," she promises. "I see you two together. I know." Reese splashes his father mischievously, and there's brief horseplay before a loud knock on the door interrupts them. Cleo flashes a beatific smile at Reese while Peter gets up to answer the knock.
It's Roger. As soon as Peter spies his archrival, he tries to slam the door on him, but Roger's foot blocks it. "This doesn't have to go any further!" he pleads. "Hear me out, okay?" Both men are panting -- Roger more than Peter, who doesn't even want to look at the man. "Reese lived under my care -- my roof -- for most of his life," Roger notes breathlessly. "All I'm asking for is some kind of arrangement that recognizes that." This sounds totally fair to me, but admittedly, I'm not well versed in the history between these two. Peter just seems more motivated by ego than anything else -- HE wants HIS son, etc. -- whereas I confess I think Roger just wants a meaningful connection to his late wife. That said, I love Peter and Reese together, so I hope Benton wins. But for now, Peter sneers that it's too late for civil chat. "Come on, brother," Roger says, somewhat stupidly. "You really want to put him through a trial?" Peter does. He snarls, "I'm keeping my son." Peter thinks it's time Roger ate paint chips; Peter slams the door in Roger's face. "I guess I'll see you there," Roger says to the peephole. "Yeah, you will," yells Peter.
Abby gets a radio connection to Joey's rescue crew, but can't figure out whether the kid is alive. To give him a reason to be in the reception area, Luka wanders over and makes small talk with Mark about Lite Brite Brody the Burn Victim. He's going to be fine. Sunnily, Neecole bounces to the counter and asks whether Luka wants anything from the store; he wonders if she's noticed The Storm, because it cost an awful lot of money and it'd be a shame if she didn't at least look at the pretty rain. "Malik and Yosh don't like the coffee in the lounge," she smiles. "It hurts their stomachs." Frank begs her for a Grande Vanilla Cappuccino and shells out some cash. "It's on me," the impoverished Neecole says. No one raises an eyebrow.