Lucas comes back into the hotel room. He's raided the vending machines. Peyton's under the blanket now. Ew. He tosses her a pop, and says that she should probably eat something. Peyton says, "After my mom died, my dad couldn't cook, so we lived on frozen pizza." Holy crap, I know exactly what she means. My dad did the same thing after we lost our mom. He would latch on to something my brother and I liked to eat, and that's all he would buy. To this day, he still thinks I love blueberry yogurt when I haven't eaten it in years. Anyway, Peyton continues, "I could live on pizza. He'd buy these cheese pizzas, and we'd put our own toppings on -- pickles, bologna, pineapple, whatever." Luke says, "That's nasty." Peyton says, "No, actually they were really good." She laughs. "I think he did it mostly to make me laugh, and to make me forget for a little bit." The alarm goes off. It's 4:45 AM. Luke takes a deep breath: "Are you ready." Peyton admits that she's not, but says she wants to go anyway. They put on their jackets and head outside into the cold, dark morning of death. Yawn.

The next morning, May's in the kitchen making breakfast when Deb comes downstairs. She asks, "Scrambled or fried?" Deb replies, "I think nobody's going to be that hungry." May says, "I'm glad you stood up to Royal the way you did, Deb." Deb gets a cup to pour a cup of coffee while May's talking: "I didn't mean to hurt Dan, but this lie over the years has gotten so tiresome, I did what I thought I had to do." Deb smiles as she says, "That's what we do." It's a bonding of the Scott wives. At least Deb has one ally; you know it's only going to get worse between her and Dan. Deb smiles at her mother-in-law and says, "I'm glad you spoke up." Dan comes into the kitchen at this point, and ignores both of them. That doesn't stop May; she puts her hand on her hip with some real Southern attitude and says, "Son, one day you're going to realize I did you a favour. Your daddy's going to get over this eventually, but if you let history repeat itself, your son may not." Dan says quietly, "I'm going for a run." And with the same determination mixed with a bit of disillusionment and denial, May turns to Deb and says, "Oh well, I think I'm going to scramble these."