Beth, smiling somewhat awkwardly: "I thought that was you, and look, it's you." Kevin: "And not that other guy you dated who ended up in a wheelchair?" Joan and Luke just look kind of uncomfortable, along with Beth. She greets them and says, "Wow, everyone looks the same." Kevin: "Only shorter." Beth: "Well, I guess Staten Island wasn't that long ago." Wow! We finally know where they used to live. Not what I figured at all. Kevin says he still remembers the fight song. She asks him how everything is, and Kevin gives a little laugh that's almost mirthless but not quite, and hesitates slightly before saying, "Great. You?" She states that she's attending Fordham College in Fordham. Is that a real place in Maryland? Because the Fordham College I think most people know is in New York, and that's a heck of a commute. Of course, given the view from the roof of the school later, maybe we're not in Maryland anymore. She says she works in Arcadia a couple of days a week to pay for school. She explains her dance scholarship never happened because she injured her knee, or rather, screwed it up. She breaks off, saying, "I'm babbling." Joan: "You do it very well." She adds, "So, I'm studying business now, which doesn't require a pirouette." Or, you know, spending your career in shoes full of blood. (Well, I guess it might depend on what business she gets into.) Kevin: "Yeah, I guess a lot of stuff ends in high school." Beth looks kind of pained by that remark and says she has to get going. She says it was good to see them, and asks them to pass her regards along to their parents. It looks like there are a bunch more things she wants to say to Kevin, but she can tell it's neither the time nor the place, and just leaves awkwardly. Kevin crosses his arms and watches her go. Luke: "That was weird." Joan agrees. Kevin: "No, it was great. Just like old times." They get back to the list, and Luke reminds him they need hemorrhoid cream. The three of them start to do Rock, Paper, Scissors again but Kevin says, "Hell, I'll get it. I got no pride left." He wheels off as his siblings watch him, dismayed. Credits. I really hope Chris Marquette and Becky Wahlstrom are in the credits for the next season. I know Chris should be, but I wouldn't want to have to spend the whole season complaining that Becky isn't.
It's early in the morning, and Helen's sitting in her sun-filled kitchen, musing about something. We see a shot of a painting resting on the counter; it's quite an evocative painting. It's hard to describe, but it's sort of a person's head, bowed slightly in something like prayer. The foreground is dark, and there are no facial features I can really discern. There are lots of strong, warm yellows and oranges in the background -- but they're moody oranges and yellows, not perky oranges and yellows. If this is the work she's doing now, she has really progressed. Will arrives and greets her, wondering where she's been all night. She says she's been up all night; couldn't sleep. Jeepers, I wish I could come up with something like this painting when I can't sleep. Instead I just get up and answer email and post crap on the internet. Will says she should have woken him up: "I would have massaged you to a blissful stupor." He notices the painting and asks if it's new. Helen tells him it is, and that she wanted to see how it looked in the morning light in the kitchen, which she loves. Will can't believe she's been painting all night: "You're gonna be dead." Helen: "It just poured out of me. It's like I was plugged into some universal palette." She touches the painting fondly. She asks him what he thinks. Will: "It's nice." Helen, disappointed with the clueless and perfunctory response: "For-get it."