Back in Jericho, Darcy sits in police HQ and holds the Semper Faux radio receiver. We hear the last bit of the broadcast, which instructs, "Take care of yourself, Kansas," before it fuzzes out. Jimmy walks up and asks if there's anything new from Farmer Brown, a/k/a Mr. Hewitt. "Nope," Darcy says, replacing the receiver. "It's just the same bulletin about the riots in Chicago Camp West." Jimmy thanks Darcy for taking on shifts at HQ, but Darcy says it's the least she can do, considering what freeloaders she and her kids are at his place. Jimmy protests that she's "like, the best houseguest ever," because she cooks, cleans, and plays Boggle. Jimmy can play Boggle? "We're dreading the day you and your husband work things out," Jimmy goes on, getting a bit carried away with his enthusiasm. He laughs shamefacedly and says, "That sounded a lot less insensitive in my head."
Jimmy then pulls out a picture that Sam drew. It's a textbook crayon image of a disturbed or abused child. Two people are lying on the ground with blood pouring out of them, even their heads, and big monsters with bloody mouths are surrounding the house. At least I think they're monsters -- one looks like a blue Snoopy and the other looks like SpongeBob SquarePants with horns. There's a kid in the window of the house screaming, "Help me!" Jimmy states the obvious: "I'm not a psychiatrist, but that really looks like a kid dealing with some kind of trauma." Trauma, like a nuclear disaster trauma? Darcy echoes my thoughts as she points out, "Thirty million people died a few months ago -- I'll bet there's kids all over the country still trying to process that." Jimmy agrees that could be the case, but he thinks the picture is so specific -- "Bodies, a house." Darcy quickly says that she'll talk to Sam when he comes by after school. So Emily couldn't get the school thing to take, but other teachers could? Not surprising.
Somewhere in the bowels of Mary's bar, Mayor Dad pours sand out of copper tubing and explains, "Sand keeps the copper from buckling." Mary asks, as Dad sucks on the tubing, "Where did you learn this?" Same place he learned about salt. "Well, like most things that are fun and illegal, from my dad," Mayor Dad explains. I think my dad is falling down on the job. Mary and Dad joke that the stories Eric has told her about him are true. "You remember that book, something about women are from Venus and men are wrong?" Mayor Dad asks, beginning a weird train of thought. He swears he didn't read the book, but he flipped through Mom's copy of it. Mom is SO the woman who would own, quote from, and commit to memory Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus. Anyway, Dad's point is that sometimes men need to go and hole up in a cave somewhere, and if they can't find a cave, they'll make one. I guess his point is that Eric went and made a cave? Mary shrugs and says lightly that she's sure that's all it is. Mayor Dad continues to fiddle with the copper tubing and tells her that Eric's absence and idiocy isn't her fault. It wasn't anybody's fault, and he thinks Eric is figuring that out. This whole thing about men needing caves to squat in would make Eric seem really deep if it didn't come out that actually Eric's not in a cave, he's in a cell, and it's not necessarily of his own making.