Joan: "What about Kevin? I mean, do -- do you think he'll ever be -- I mean..." Luke: "A, Kevin is probably still fully functional, and B, it's not as if he hasn't --" Joan: "How do you know?" Luke: "I caught him." Joan laughs. Luke: "Once with Maggie Fraser, and -- and once with Maureen McKeon." Joan's greatly amused and asks if he's sure. Luke screws up his face at the memory and says, "Absolutely positive." Joan: "Twice? What are you, some kind of Peeping Tom?" Luke says it's not his fault that he has a naturally quiet tread. He looks up and says suddenly, "Watch out!" There's a man in the road ahead of them. Joan gasps and slams on the brakes. Luke, perhaps a little too wired on caffeine still, says, "Don't stop! Go around him! He's got a chainsaw!" Joan, more in possession of her wits, says, "Oh my God, it's Dad!" Luke doesn't move, shouting, "Come on, the probability of that is --" Joan's already out of the car, screaming, "Daddy!" as he collapses to his knees in front of the car. They're both running toward him now; Joan gets there first and hugs him. They huddle there, panting, confused and relieved. I'm all blubbery. And no, I'm not talking about my ass right now. Obviously she knew there was some reason God sent her out there, but I'm sure she never imagined that this is what she'd find.