The doorbell rings again, and it's Whitey this time! Gotta love that Woda; he's a thorn in Dan's side on a consistent basis. And you know, I'll bet he and Keith cooked this up just because it would be uncomfortable, and that makes me love both of them that much more. Woda hugs May, and raises the mood in the room. I guess they're all good friends from way back. Nathan turns to Haley, smiles crookedly, and says, "Glad you came?" She smiles back, nods her head, and says, "Yeah." There are so many skeletons at the dinner table that I'm afraid of what's going to happen when the bones start knocking and then topple right over.

Luke and Brooke are still trying to fix the car. It looks like the girls have cleaned it up nicely. Brooke turns the engine once, and nothing happens. Luke fiddles with something, and asks her to turn it again. Lo and behold, it works! Brooke calls, "Peyton, come check it out!" Peyton's face is ashen when she comes outside. Brooke sees that she's totally upset and asks, "What is it?" Peyton cries, "I just got a phone call. It's the storm. My father's transport is missing; there are three guys missing." Pause. "They recovered a body." Luke: "What'd they tell you?" Peyton answers, "I have to go see if it's him." Well, for the sake of my sanity, let's all hope that it's not him. I couldn't stand how morose Peyton would be if she actually ended up a bloody orphan.

Back inside the house, Luke says, "Are you sure you shouldn't call your grandmother?" Peyton's sure. She doesn't want to upset her; besides, she says firmly, "It's not going to be my dad." Brooke says, "Of course it's not." Rah! Rah! It's not Peyton's dad! Rah! Go-o-o-o Team! Yawn. Peyton wants them to get on the road; it's a four-hour drive. Brooke hesitates; she's a bit skittish about driving for four hours into a bad storm. Peyton says that by the time they get there, the storm should be gone. Luckily for Brooke, Luke says that it's probably good if someone stays by the phone. Brooke, the big baby, immediately offers to be the one to stay in the nice, warm, dry house and wait by the phone. Luke steps into his angel wings again and assumes his saint pose. Brooke insists that he go with her, considering that she sucks in a crisis, and he doesn't. Is she sure? Absolutely. Brooke hugs Peyton, tells her that she loves her, and then gives Luke a kiss. Blah, he's the best, blah. They're off.