So much for even trying to use the crutches, I guess, since here's Skeet carrying Rebecca across the threshold of her home, and she makes some joke about gallivanting all over the world but breaking her leg here at home, while Skeet turns this way and that, looking for a place to set her down, and he jokingly tells her he can't hold her much longer because she's put on a few pounds. So from his Sex with the Ex playbook, Skeet dusted off the Crack Jokes About Weight Gain end rush, which always makes women hot, I guess. They flop down on the couch. She apologizes for all this, and he says it's okay, since he needed to get away anyway, and she can be his excuse. He asks her what she wants for supper, and she tells him to "surprise" her, like something tells me she's not exactly going to complain about being waited on hand and foot.
It's a dark and stormy night. Skeet's chopping vegetables. He puts a pot of water on the stove, and fiddles with the burner. "This stove not working?" he says to Rebecca, who's reading in the living room. She tells him to give it a while, since "it's got a mind of its own." So Skeet leaves the gas on, and goes back to chopping vegetables. And I was wondering about the fact that it was light out when Skeet started making supper and now it's pitch black, but I'm going to guess it's because he chops so slowly. Despite this, he manages to cut himself, and we get a shot of the carrots and onions with blood all over them, which really would only happen if he stood there with his wound dripping all over the place for a few moments. And he's examining his wound, which judging from the blood is a severed fingertip, and the lightning flashes and outside we see someone smoking a cigarette, and William B. Davis calls his lawyer. Then the gas ignites on the stove, and Skeet says, "A mind of its own."
Later, we've moved to the bedroom for some reason to eat, and she's telling some story about being holed up in some village waiting for some fighting to subside, whilst surviving on "oxblood and corn meal," which is not as gross as it sounds -- pick up a little Oxblood Helper at the grocery store, and you're good to go. Oh, and I like how she calls her own story "amazing." Lucky for her she didn't break the arm she uses to toot her own horn. She says it's one of the stories that's going in her book. Skeet's mildly surprised, as she never sat still before long enough to write anything more than a column. She says that's why she rented this house, and she's not leaving until the book's done. She asks what he's been up to, and he tells her about spending some time in the seminary, although he never took his vows. "You did go," she says, then she says she hopes it wasn't because of her, and he assures her that it wasn't. And now I work with a group that investigates miracles, he says. And she says, "You don't really believe in that stuff, do you?" and how nice of her to denigrate what he does for a living, and he says he tries to "stay open." So she asks him if he's seen any miracles. "Not at first," he says. "And now?" "It's been picking up." She considers this, then tells him that he's more open than she is, since she doesn't even believe in therapy, which I guess is supposed to be a joke. They both laugh, and I start to nod off, since things are moving at a glacial pace this episode.