Over at Karen's, Jessie's control-freaking all over the gingerbread house. Jamie globs a line of icing down an eave, and she complains that she was "going to do a gumdrop trim there." Judy glances over from the kitchen. Jamie apologizes, and Jessie says it's okay. "I don't mean to be obsessive, it's just..." …that it's in your genes? Judy carries the dessert and plates out to the living room with Karen. Alone, she whispers, "What's up with Jamie?" Karen sighs that it's a long story. Judy stammers around what she really wants to ask, saying that "maybe it's because of the divorce," but the kid "just seems really --" "Really what?" Sam demands, standing in the doorway. Judy, to her credit, doesn't cringe away. Instead, she cringes through an explanation of her curiosity, saying that she "had this little moment" with the kid, and "it was a little difficult." "Yeah, well, they're all difficult," Sam says defensively. Karen leaves them to talk, and Sam explains that Jamie is a difficult kid. Judy protests that she thinks "he's a lovely kid." Sam says he's been in and out of special schools "and on a boatload of medications, none of which have worked, so...merry Christmas." Judy absorbs this information and says she's sorry. Sam says, "I just wanted you to know, this is who he is. This is my son." Judy says she thinks he's wonderful. Sam acts as though he didn't hear and continues, "In case you have a problem with that." Judy asks, "Why would that matter?" Sam doesn't answer, but instead gets up and walks away, leaving Judy looking troubled.

Jake spots a plow making its way through the snarled traffic, and without a word, bounds out of the car. He runs up and hops on the plow, pounding on the window. The driver neither ignores him nor brandishes a gun in self-defense. Instead, he rolls down the window and asks what the hell is going on. Jake explains the deal and pleads with the guy to take him to Lily's place. The driver's a sport and agrees.

Rick slowly leads Tiffany out of the bathroom toward the bed. She asks Lily why she put such a nice blanket on the bed. Lily pulls it off and asks Rick to put it in the closet. Tiffany crawls onto the bed and whines, "I just wish I was at my own house so I didn't have to worry." Lily slips a pillow under her head and coos, "Sweetie, you don't have to worry about anything. Everything we have is yours." Tiffany whimpers and moans, while Lily ministers to her, and Rick watches adoringly from the doorway. "Listen, I'm sorry about what I said about Jake," Lily says. Tiffany says it's okay; she agrees with her. Tiffany whimpers it's just that he's not there, and neither is anyone else she's related to, and she doesn't have any of her own stuff, and she feels like she can't even make any noise. She clenches against a contraction and tries to hold in her scream. Lily tells her that she should feel comfortable doing whatever she feels she needs to. "You have very definite ideas about how you want to do this, and I'm no expert." "Stop saying that! I don't need an expert!" Tiffany shouts. Lily looks shocked for a second, but then lays down with Tiffany, cradling her head and whispering that everything is going to be okay. And that's when the power goes out. "What's happening?" Tiffany asks. Rick surmises that the power lines must be down. Brilliant deduction, that.