Joan arrives at the bookstore to find a sign advertising help wanted. Someone comes out as she's staring at the sign and holds the door so she can go in. She declines, and stares at the sign for another moment before bolting.

Exterior nighttime shot of the Girardis' house. I'm not going to tell you how long I sat here studying it on pause. Inside, Helen's sitting on the bed looking through travel brochures. She says to Will, who's in the bathroom, "The Florida Keys. We always wanted to go there." Will: "You always wanted to go there. I hate sand, water, and bugs and I really hate it when they all get together." She smiles and says, "Okay, how about Canada? We could do that rail thing." Will: "Helen, Canada's where people go when they can't really afford to go on a vacation." Ha! Burn. Frink and I (both Canadians) laughed heartily over that one. Helen says he wins and they'll go visit his parents. Will suddenly says he doesn't think he can get away. He's not kidding, actually: he's only been there a short time and he thinks he's still on probation as far as the city is concerned. She says they used to always go somewhere for Christmas. He asks her to think how it would be for Kevin: "Putting him in the same old situations where he has to look at the difference." Helen: "He needs to start looking at something besides MTV." Will argues that he doesn't have to bounce back immediately. Helen says it's been a year and half since he became paralyzed, and she thinks he'd feel better if he was doing something. Will: "He would, or you would?" He assures her that the family is doing okay. Helen begs to differ: "Our daughter is hallucinating men in the backyard." Will asks if they could talk about it some other time, and dons his glasses and starts reading a book as Helen says, "Yeah, yeah." Barely a moment passes, though, before she starts in about the Christmas trip again. Frink: "Yeah, he's never going to finish that book now." She thinks they should get out there and see what the world looks like to them now. Will says hesitantly, "I can't think more than a day ahead now." Frink doesn't say so, but I can tell he loves Will for that, since he's gotten to be the same way. He explains: "Because I can't imagine my life...my son's life...the way it is forever." Helen, softly: "Can't you just be happy he lived?" Well, sure. But once we're all used to the fact that someone didn't die, we usually go back to stewing about everything else that ain't right. Of course Will's grateful every day that Kevin lived. They kiss, and Helen rests her head on his shoulder.