Cut to a nice outer-borough neighborhood. Sam looks around, as if this is vaguely familiar to him, but he's all business when they meet with the widow Reeves. We see that Annie's expected to break the news separately to the son, outside.

Inside, Mrs. Reeves muses on the oddity of having her husband survive two tours of duty only to die six months after he came home, and she wants to know why Robert died. An uncharacteristically couth Ray assures her they're working on that, then prods for cues to Robert's state of mind. The widow Reeves says that Robert had seemed happy to be home and happy to be with his son, Robby. Sam says, "So, all things considered, he was happy?" The widow Reeves says tearily that Robert had good days and bad days, and he had "re-entry problems" on certain days. We also establish that Robert didn't hang around with too many war buddies, but he did field a call recently from his former squad leader, John Fisher. "I think that he missed the camaraderie, you know? And for that one afternoon, he had it back," the widow Reeves says. Sam then says, "I hate to ask this, but do you think there could have been another woman." The widow Reeves whispers, "Oh, no. No, that just wasn't Bob. No, amongst all my girlfriends, I was considered the lucky one. My friend Marie was very fond of saying a woman could trust no man except for maybe Bob Reeves." Boy, if this isn't a sign that Bob's sneaking around, I don't know what is -- except maybe that anvil pinning my foot to the ground and bearing the legend "There is no way Bob is wholly trustworthy." Sam then sees Annie and Robbie talking and excuses himself to hang out with them.

After a desultory sorry-about-your-dad, Sam notes Robbie's Knicks t-shirt and shares that his dad once took him to a Knicks game -- "It's one of the last memories I have of him." We find out that Sam's dad walked out on the family; Sam then tells Robbie, "We're going to find whoever did this to your father." Robbie stalks off, and Sam lapses into a blue study. Annie snaps him out of it by calling his name, and Sam muses, "Sorry, he just reminded me of -- wait a minute. I'm here!" Annie is like, "You sure are!" but Sam explains that he just blew his own mind by realizing that a young Sam is here, somewhere: "We moved so much when I was little that I don't remember where exactly I lived in the city in 1973, but I'm here! I have to be! I can't believe I didn't think of this before -- it's so obvious what I have to do. It could be the key to getting back home." "And what is that, Sam?" Annie asks, clearly humoring him. "I need to find myself, Annie," Sam says.