Out on the high school football field, the seniors practice for graduation. Bright walks around all downcast as Irv tells us, "If you're lucky, the looking ahead is as much fun as the looking back. But not everyone is lucky." One of Bright's jock friends finds him in line, and Bright reminds him that they never finished that game of "H-O-R-S-E." The kid says he can't, because he has to go to college. Now? Another kid comments that his dorm's mini-fridge is going to be holding all beer, all the time. Bright says nothing. Aw, Bright. The kids leave for their universities immediately, and Bright's cell phone rings. It's Ephram, who is waiting in the stands for Bright to be finished. Someone's in love. Ephram tells his boyfriend to hurry up. Bright says it's not like he's having any fun. Ephram tries to make him feel better, and says he'll wait if Bright wants him to. Bright tells him to save himself and go home. Ephram reminds Bright that it could be worse: he could be stuck in high school for another year. Someone hands Bright his cap and gown, wrapped in plastic with a sticker proclaiming, "Your Future Awaits! Congratulations, Senior!" Bright looks sadly at it as Irv says, "Sometimes in these moments of great promise and potential, we often wish we could simply stop time to relish in those final moments of glory -- and to put off the future for just one more day." Bright stabs himself in the eye with the corner of his mortar board. Credits.

Morning at the Brown house. Treat pours Dr. Douglas (whom I completely forgot I nicknamed "Triple D" last year until someone in the forums reminded me) lots more coffee. Triple D says he's through with temperance, since he's getting a tumor removed from his brain in a week. Treat grins. He tells Delia that they have an appointment with a Denver radiologist, so they have to get a move on. Delia says she thought the operation was next week. Triple D says it is, but Treat has to run some tests first. Treat tells Delia to get going, because Nina will be there to pick her up soon. Delia tells Triple D, "I hope you do well on your test." Man. Adorable. And about three lines in two weeks. Ephram gives his dad a permission slip to sign so he can get out of school the next day. Treat asks what it's for. Ephram's all, "Don't you listen? Juilliard? Summer program? Audition?" Treat remembers, but says he may not be able to go with him. Ephram says it's fine; it's a quick trip. Treat looks sad that Ephram doesn't need him there.