Skeet's getting his Face Wound of the Week dressed by a doctor, who blabs on and on about how the iron was graphite and weighed only two pounds, but that Skeet would be dead if the kid had used an old-timey iron, which weighs at least five pounds. Man! Even the tertiary characters get to tell long, pointless stories on this episode! Skeet asks about Mr. Webster. "He's in intensive care, but we're hoping for a full recovery. Either way, you saved his life." Um, even if he doesn't recover? I beg to differ!
Skeet, watching a sleeping Mr. Webster in his hospital bed. He walks over to the beside, then grabs a pillow and starts to smother him, all the while telling him to shush in one of those "I'm pretty sure this is a dream sequence, but if it's not, damn!" dream sequences that ends after Skeet kills Webster and the doctor arrives. "Hey! Get off him!" he yells, and Skeet snaps back to reality, watching Mr. Webster from the doorway.
SQHQ. Skeet arrives, finding Keel sitting on the stairs. "You took a few days off, that's healthy," says Keel. "I understand you were standing right there when it happened. You saw it all." Skeet says that's true. Keel asks if he and the kid talked at all before he killed himself. Skeet says they did, and Keel asks what he said. "Nothing. He was out of his mind," says Skeet. Keel regards him as though he doesn't quite believe him, but decides not to press the issue. "I take it that you've decided to stay on," he says. "No, I haven't," says Skeet. Keel looks sad, but Skeet says, "So, what have you got?" And Keel outlines his newest unsolved mystery as the camera pulls back, and Skeet takes his coat off.
Then the sky vanished like a scroll rolling itself up, and every mountain and island was removed from its place. Then the kings of the earth and the magnates and the generals and the rich and the powerful, and everyone, slave and free, recapper and poster and head of programming, hid in the caves and among the rocks of the mountains, calling to the mountains and rocks, "Fall on us and hide us from the face of the one seated on the throne and from the wrath of ABC; for the great day of their wrath has come, and who is able to stand?"
And the clouds parted and the almighty voice came down from on high: "John Ritter."