The next day, a sleepy Skeet walks into Rebecca's bedroom, and is completely agog when he finds out it's 12:30. "You should have woken me," he says, although I would kill to be able to sleep in that late, which I haven't done since college. I've turned into a disgusting morning person, I hate to admit. On weekends, I'm usually up around 7 AM, and that's sleeping in for me. She says she figures he needed the rest. Plus, she needs him to drag her invalid ass everywhere. I mean, she doesn't say that. But it's true. He tells her that it doesn't mean she can laze around all day. "I know what you need," he says, only it turns out to be walking lessons, not anything dirty, unfortunately. Although, once he gets her up on the crutches, they continue the flirting that was interrupted last night by Skeet getting all broody. Here he's all charming and attentive, and the walking lessons don't last very long before they start sucking each other's faces. They collapse onto the bed and start doing it. And now the cigarette-smoking man is inside the house. And he's smoking! And maybe the miracle on this one involves Skeet not freaking out over second-hand smoke.

Canadian Christian television commercials. Insurance commercial, featuring a Canadian Hey! It's That Guy! I think he might have played a father on Degrassi Junior High at some point. The Bose commercial again. A commercial for a show that appears to examine the conflict between religion and science -- I wonder which one wins. Zest commercial, which I won't complain about, since sudsy naked women showering always makes for good television.

Rebecca and Skeet are still doing it, only when they roll over, it's not Skeet at all! It's the cigarette-smoking guy! Ahhh! Butt-breath! And he looks over and we see Skeet, wearing an identical tank top, watching them. And cigarette-smoking man starts laughing his arse off.