And Skeet wakes up. In bed, next to Rebecca, who stirs and wonders what's wrong. Skeet says he was just having a dream, and she asks what about. "You in bed with another man," he says all creepily. She makes a joke about the broken leg apparently not slowing her down any. "Were you with someone else?" he says, and instead of pointing out that they've been broken up for five years, she says he should know that she was always traveling around so as not to have to deal with that kind of stuff. She kisses his shoulder, then wrinkles her nose and sniffs him. "You smell like smoke. You don't smoke," she says. "No, I don't," he says. And then she teases him to admit it: "Secret smoker! Secret smoker!" she whispers, and he snaps at her to quit it and gets out of bed, and she looks a little distraught by his sudden crabbiness, although whispering, "Secret smoker!" in bed at someone is rather annoying.
Skeet opens the medicine cabinet in the bathroom to get something, I guess, and when he closes it again, he sees, reflected in the mirror, a redhead with bleeding wounds all over her face. "See what you did?" she hisses, and Skeet's understandably freaked out and yells, "Okay, I'll put the seat down!" Or well, most likely not.
In the kitchen, Rebecca's fiddling with the gas on the stove and swearing. Skeet appears to have shaken off the terror of seeing a bloody ghost in the bathroom mirror as he walks in and asks what's wrong. She says she thinks there's something wrong with the gas, as the house is freezing and the stove isn't working. Handyman Skeet asks where the gas shut-off valve is, and Rebecca says, "In the cellar, I think," instead of, "In the cellar, of course, where it is IN EVERY HOUSE."
Skeet wanders down into the murky, cobwebby basement, which apparently doesn't have a light, so he uses a flashlight. The first thing he sees is a collection of dusty ice picks, ice tongs, ice hooks -- but no ice cube trays, no Ice Cube -- on a table. He finds the gas shutoff valve and turns it, and yells up at Rebecca to see if the gas is working now. He yells a couple of times, as he gets no response. Then he turns around. Maybe it's because of a noise, but I can't tell if that noise was supposed to be in the basement or just part of the soundtrack. Whatever the reason, his attention is drawn to a splotch of bright red paint -- er, I mean, "blood" -- on the wall. And he does what anyone would do: he places his palm right on it. He closes his eyes while this gibbering starts up, then opens his eyes again and shuts the flashlight off. But there's a lingering light effect in his eyes, which was kinda subtle and cool.