Commercials. Thursday. The boys are gathered in the locker room, chattering. Coach Taylor walks up to the front of the room, clears his throat, and then rips the band-aid off quickly: "Um, Jason's paralyzed." Cut immediately to Tim, who closes his eyes (gorgeously), and then Matt, who's stunned, as Coach explains that he'll regain use of his arms and hands, but not his legs. Coach Taylor tells the boys that if they need to talk to him, he is there. Tim Riggins gets up and leaves the room. The camera just sort of ranges around the room to coaches and players, all sitting in silence. Coach Taylor tells them that they'll pick it up tomorrow.

Cut to yet another fast-food establishment. Matt Saracen, in a ridiculous little paper server's cap, works the cash register while Landry quizzes him on incredibly complicated plays -- all "eagle ten toenail four purple monkey dishwasher." Matt's rushing around fussing with fries and soda cups and getting frustrated when he gets any detail wrong on a play. Landry tells him to calm down, reminding him that he's "only got 250 or so variations to go after this," and Matt seems to just get the wind knocked out of him at that prospect just as the big malook at the counter asks, "You gonna give me my fries anytime?" Matt's about to crack.

Cut to Street's hospital room. Lyla is curled up next to him, head on his shoulder, while they watch a movie on a portable DVD player. Street quietly says to Lyla that they need to talk about this. Lyla immediately says that "it's not impossible" -- unable to even specify what "it" is. Street is, somehow, doing okay so far at dealing with the hand fate has dealt him (though I hope we see him doing some major scenery-chewing wailing and gnashing as the weeks progress). Lyla insists, to a profoundly disturbing extent, that he WILL walk again, that they don't need to listen to the doctors because they don't know who he is. "You are Jason Street, and I am Lyla Garrity, and everything is gonna work out just the way we planned it." Jesus, girly, way to pile some more on Street; now he has to feel sorry for letting YOU down, for ejecting you from your own McMansion dreams. Lyla grabs Street's hand, closes her eyes like a little girl trying to ignore the monsters in her closet, and starts praying, asking God to help them "pull through this test." She isn't getting that "the test" is not something you "pull through," it's not an overnight stop on the Carnival Cruise Line Holy Cruise To the American Dream.