Back at the homestead, Heather is using her red iMac and Mom comes in. She brings up the subject of driving and Heather says, "I've resolved myself to a lifetime of exact change and good reading materials." Hee hee! I take the bus to work too; it's very unglamorous. Mom says she's made some arrangements so that she doesn't have to be the one to teach Heather. Is it lessons? No. A teacher? Sort of. A girl or boy? Oh, a boy. Heather yells joyfully, "I take back everything I said about you to the school shrink!" and runs down the stairs. She yells "Hello!" until Roger Bender sticks his head around the corner and says, "Hey there, cupcake!" Heather's face falls four storeys. She is so not looking forward to this. I am, though. She excuses herself and runs back to her room where her mom is counting off on her fingers, clearly anticipating Heather's return. Heather hisses something about how much this sucks and her mom agrees.

Back downstairs, Lisa, handing over her keys to Roger, says, "This is my car. This is my daughter. What else can I say?" How about, this is my car ON my daughter. Any questions? Roger starts babbling about a secret spot he has, perfect for driving practice, and Heather grimaces her way out the door.

Cut to the Gilded Gym, where A.G. is lying flat on his back and Dr. M. waves a hand in front of his face. A.G. is listening to something only he can hear. Dr. M. offers to take him to the operating room to get the uber-hearing aid taken out, but A.G. wants to talk about spontaneous human combustion. There have been two more cases in the past week; he's heard this in his head, on Yak Radio, and then he mimics the little blurb the fictitious Yak Radio has. Dr. M. is stone-faced as he says spontaneous human combustion is an urban myth. "Do you know what the word 'myth' means?" A.G. says, "Yeah. I myth my wife, I myth my daughter." Insert rimshot here. It seems that working in IN-surance (with the Southern pronunciation) has left A.G. with a heightened sense of curiosity, because he hated paying out on accidents he couldn't explain. Hmm, do you think Mulder has an IN-surance background? A.G. reminds/guilt-trips Dr. M. about his friend in the Department of Justice and they go look at another crime scene.