Brown House. Treat walks in to find Nina waiting on his back porch. She's holding the bottle of pills in her hand, but hides it behind her back when she sees Treat. He asks her what's going on. Nina: "Oh, nothing, just hiding in your kitchen. How is she?" Treat looks confused, but soldiers on, and says Rose is doing well, actually. Nina says of course she is; Treat was driving. Treat asks Nina if she wants to tell him what she's hiding from. Nina complains that there's a strange man in her house with lots of boxes, and it's real scary. Treat says he thought Dimples moving in was a good thing. Nina's like, "Yeah, it's great. Got any scotch?" Hee. Treat pours them each a glass, and Nina asks Treat if he knows anything about Percocet. "I know you shouldn't be mixing them with scotch," he quips. Nina pulls out the bottle, and says she found them in Dimples's stuff. She says she doesn't know what he's taking them for. Treat takes a look at the bottle and says, "Oh, I see. The lady who's boozing in the middle of the day is worried about the guy taking the low-dose painkillers." He says there are lots of reasons Dimples could be taking these: he could have fallen off a chair lift and herniated a disc, or gotten hit in traffic in L.A. "Or maybe he has a problem with prescription medication?" Nina says. Treat suggests that Nina just ask Dimples. Nina says it's kind of a touchy subject. Treat's like, "What? Since when do you care? I can't get you to stop asking me personal questions." Nina says it's not the same as with her and Treat; she and Dimples talk, but they don't have "this." Treat reminds Nina that Dimples is moving in with her, and she should be able to ask him about everything. Treat then says that, in the interest of "this," he should tell her that he might be taking a job offer. In Chicago. Nina, who suddenly looks on the verge of tears, remarks that that's a hell of a commute from Everwood. Treat says it might not even happen, but he doesn't know what he's still doing here since everything he came for is a disaster. "The truth is, there's really nothing left for me here, is there?" Nina says she can't answer that. Treat holds up his glass. "Salut." Nina echoes him, and they throw back a shot. Speaking of which...waiter!