Back at the gym, Kevin's playing basketball with the other guys. He gets the ball and whizzes along. Frink cracks, "Travelling!" I don't know what that means but I'm hoping it was funny, since I decided to chance it and put it in here. He sinks a basket. They play for a bit more, and Kevin gets the ball again. Heading for the net, his wheels get snarled with another guy's, and he falls out of the chair again, face first onto the floor. Frink's cringing all over the place, thinking he must have broken his jaw.

Will's at home in front of the fireplace, listening to music and making notes. Helen comes along and asks what he's doing. He's making a list of demands. Helen: "Ooh...who we takin' hostage?" Price, I hope. He tells her about the undersheriff job. Helen thinks that's incredible. Will: "I didn't become a cop to make policy. I became a cop to put bad guys in jail." She reminds him he's putting some high-powered ass in jail at the moment. Will: "Yeah, and I lost my entire police department doing it." He says he wants to turn down the job. Helen wants to know what he wants to do instead. Will: "Get back to what I'm good at." She says she wants him to be happy. Will: "But?" She talks about how Kevin's finally adjusting: he's got a job, he joined the basketball team today: "And unless I'm completely nuts, there's a girl." Will: "A girl?" Helen says he's starting to be somewhat vain: "That means there's a girl. For the first time since his accident, he's...chasing after a life." Will smiles: "You're right. Family first." They start to make out, and then the phone rings. Helen says, "Wow, if it's any consolation...I still hear bells when we kiss." Will answers the phone; it's Bear. Then he asks, "Is he all right?" Helen looks up with concern.