Back at Travis's shack of solitude, a scruffy young tough is smoking a cigarette for Maximum Delinquency Signification and asking how long Travis is going to take crap from his old man, with Travis defending him. "Not a single soul in this nothing and nowhere town is ever going to stand up for you, you gotta know that by now," says Jimmy. Travis wants to know that Jimmy had nothing to do with the deaths, but Jimmy just smiles and tells him not to worry about it, that "they got what they deserved." Then he looks up, sniffing, smelling Skeet sauntering down the well-worn path to the secret shack no one knows about. Skeet hears something; he looks around but doesn't see anything, until Jimmy just kind of appears, jumping over his head and running down the trail, ignoring Skeet's entreaties to stop. Skeet continues on to the shack, where Travis is huddled up against the wall. "Go away," says Travis. "Did someone just leave here?" says Skeet, and Travis says it was Jimmy, but something is Clearly Wrong, and when Travis flips out yelling at Skeet to leave him alone, Skeet wrestles a fistful of pills from him. "Everything's my fault!" Travis screeches, as Skeet tries to calm him down. "I've always been bad! I killed…" and Skeet wants to know who Travis killed. "I killed my mother," says Travis, sobbing. "I killed her, okay?" Skeet's stunned. "My father told me," says Travis, but Skeet tells him his father is lying to excuse what he does to Travis, and probably for what he did to Travis's mom. "It's not your fault, it's not," says Skeet, as Travis hugs him. Oh, Sheriff Loco is going to love this.