Before we can figure that out, Cissy pulls up into the parking lot; apparently, her errand was to retrieve Butchie regarding Mitch's new ceiling-based location. So Butchie grabs Shaun and hops into the Miata, and they speed off -- my wife notes how it's a sweet, subtle moment how both Cissy and Butchie interlock an arm around Shaun's leg to keep him from falling out of the car. John does too, apparently. "Meet the Jetsons," he says, grinning. I remember when such things were said ironically. Linc is on the phone, telling a person or persons unknown to meet him at the Snug Harbor and to bring a tailor. Aw, c'mon -- John's clothes aren't that bad.
We're back at the Yost house -- Mitch is still floating, while Bill sits there, wordlessly, with an expression that seems to say, "I regret answering my phone." Butchie and Shaun have arrived now, too, and Butchie wants to know why they can't just yank Mitch down. Because Mitch won't hear of it -- "I want as little complication as possible," he says. "I need to know what this is about." So float that man up a laptop and get to Googling. "What about the complications for us, Mitch?" Cissy mutters. "Worrying you'll piss on our heads every time we'll walk under you." If I were Mitch, this is about the time I'd be clawing an escape hole through the ceiling in hopes that I'd float far enough away to never hear Cissy's voice again -- outside the Earth's atmosphere should do the trick. "You can tell me about where you went, Gramps," Shaun says. Mitch sheepishly responds that he can do that from the ceiling. "So why aren't you, Dad?" Butchie asks pointedly. Mitch shoos them out of the room so they won't see him cry. Bill excuses himself to use the restroom -- Bill Jacks doesn't piss on anybody's head.
Back at the Snug Harbor, some people respond to life's twists and turns with prayer and contemplation, others float to the ceiling -- Ramon cooks.