Refugee Refuge. Emily gives people water, and one guy -- apropos of absolutely nothing -- says, "Karaoke bullfighter, right?" Emily and the rest of us are, "Excuse me?" "At that bar in Barcelona, you decked a bullfighter who tried to get you to stop singing that song...?" Random Refugee goes on. No "Hey, you're Emily, right?" Just a leap right into some of her personal history. Creepy. However, given that Emily was singing "Stairway to Heaven," I think I'm on the bullfighter's side. Emily asks if Roger told him that, and then smiles in the direction of her fiancé. "He also mentioned that you like Oreo ice cream and white daisies," Random Refugee details, adding that she shouldn't be mad at Roger because he was trying to keep the troops entertained. Yeah, Roger's a regular Marlene Dietrich. "He kept talking and somehow...we kept moving," Random Refugee concludes. Great, with the white lights and the Moses leading the Jews out of Egypt type of thing, we've got the makings of a good ol' Branch Rogerian. Emily walks over to where Roger is playing Scrabble and calculating what a word is worth. That word? "Testify." Yep, we're gettin' some religion in Jericho. Now if we learn that Roger led his refugees across a river of stopped water, we KNOW they are planning on conquering the town and are probably hiding trumpets under their beds. Roger asks Emily what's up. "I'm a little tired," she tells him. "I'm going to head home and get cleaned up." SHE'S tired? Isn't she the one who slept in? Roger thinks he's going to stay there a little longer, if she doesn't mind. Emily's face clearly states that she does mind, but her mouth says, "Yeah, yeah, of course." Emily tells Roger that she'll see him when she sees him, and walks off. She looks back once to see Roger already engaged in another Scrabble game.

Mom and Dad get drunk. They toast Jake, and Mom observes, "Who would've known six months ago that you'd be toasting him." Dad agrees, "Well, God knows Eric wouldn't have hidden the bottle." No, Eric's would have been a bottle of mother's milk. Sitting on Dad's lap -- she's now contemplating smothering him -- Mom laughs and says that Dad and Jake always had more in common than Dad wanted to admit. Dad reminisces about his hunting trips with Jake. Jake could sit in a deer stand for hours and they wouldn't even say a word to each other. That's bonding. Dad worries that Jake will forget the good times they had together -- that he'll forget they were once "buddies." Mom assures Dad that Jake remembers, deep down. The wind whistles through the cracks of the house, and Mom says she hopes Stanley and Jake are okay. She doesn't say anything about Mimi, so we know she hopes Mimi's dead.