Kevin wheels into Joan's room, asking to borrow her hair dryer: "So I can look extra-handsome for my job interview at Wiener World?" I, like many viewers, am still wondering how Kevin gets from one floor to another in this house. I've seen two stairways now, the central one and the one leading into the kitchen, and neither of them had chair lifts so far as I could see. I highly doubt this house has three staircases. So did they install an elevator? Or will this just be one of those issues that's never addressed? Kevin finds her hair dryer as he yells for her one more time. She pops up from under the covers and says, "What?" She gives him a start, and he points the hair dryer at her, saying, "Don't. Scare. The cripple! My fight-or-flight impulse is very confused." Hee! As he's about to leave, he asks what she was doing. Maybe when you burst into your teenage sister's room and you find her hiding under the covers, that's a question best not asked. Just saying. Joan says she was imagining that she was in a coma. She flops back down on the bed and pulls the sheet over her head. She makes frustrated gestures under the sheet as she whines, "It's not so bad. I hate school. I have no friends. I can't fit in. I don't know who I like. I'm miserable...and I've got this zit in my ear! Ow!" Kevin tells her the last part was TMI, but agrees that high school sucks. She throws the sheet off and sneers, "Didn't suck for you! You were, like, the star!" Kevin admits he was part of the "in" crowd: "I just got to see the jerks closer up. Why do you think I spent so much time playing sports? I didn't like that social thing so much. Those people were mean. It was boring. I wanted to play my own game." Joan sits right up and says, "Oh my God...somebody just said that to me yesterday...about chess." Kevin says it's the basic rule of any sport: "Otherwise, you're always on the defensive posture; you're always reacting to the other guy..." Joan, still skeptical: "You really...weren't happy in high school? I mean, you really felt like a reject sometimes?" Kevin says everybody does, even the ones who claim otherwise. He assures her: "Hey...you...you are going to find some people who totally get what a non-repulsive sub-defective you are. Just trust in yourself a little bit. You'll figure it out." Joan looks like she wants to believe him. Kevin adds, "And if you need me to roll over anybody...let me know." Joan smiles. He smiles that big Ritter smile -- will I ever stop seeing his dad? -- and wheels out as Joan mumbles to herself, "Sub-defective..."