Three Years Later; On the Mainland; My So-Called Reunion: Kate dons one of Sun's suits -- or a dress and jacket. Whatever. It's black, and Kate manages to look wholesome yet sexy, and very professional. Sun asks Kate if she's sure she wants to do "this." Kate replies that this was Sun's idea, and toddler Aaron says, "Mommy" as he waves around what looks to be a bottle of pills. What the heck, Kate? Giving a toddler pills is bad enough, but letting him play with the bottle... Oh shoot, I need to take mine. BRB. That's better. Don't worry, I'm not sick; they're just crazy pills. (I totally called them that before that grandma did too, or at least before she was on TV.) When am I? Oh, yes. So Aaron's only actually waving around a mini-bottle of ketchup (I think it is Heinz, and it's the cutest ketchup bottle I've ever seen). Kate LIES to Aaron that she's just running out to do an errand and will be right back. Sun's going to get him jacked up on candy and let him watch whatever he wants on TV, so Aaron doesn't actually care that he's being left with someone who is (now, to him) a complete stranger. As Kate leaves Sun's hotel suite, a man approaches, but Kate keeps going. He hands Sun a package. And is it just me, or is it not odd that Kate -- whose custody of Aaron is being threatened -- doesn't even wait to see what's being delivered? You know, just in case it's something that could harm Aaron and/or Sun, or give her more information, or something? Well she can't wait, see, because then she would be privy to what Ms. Kwon is having delivered.
We can wait, and do see. After the bellman leaves, Sun closes the suite door, makes her excuses to Aaron and shuts herself in her bedroom. The package contains a dossier from "Surveillance Data Investigations, Inc." and the focus of their surveillance? Ben... and Jack. Included with the written report are pictures of our latest dynamic duo outside the Hoffs/Drawler Funeral Home. Some internet detectives have done some internet detecting and transcribed pages from the dossier. So far, the report seems to be nothing but a physical prop (one that may have been borrowed from this online game). How disappointing. If I have to Google more than once, I want to find real clues. More importantly, there's also a lovely, golden box of Godiva-esque chocolates, which I like to think of as the Emergency P.M.S. Pack with Perks -- because sometimes, regular old chocolate just won't do. Not only do the chocolates look divine, the second layer of the box contains a beautifully... deadly... gun. Mrs. Gump was totally right, y'all. Ladies, put the Emergency P.M.S. Pack with Perks on your Valentine's Day Wish List. Let him prove his love and... trust. And possibly poor judgment.