But whatever, Dan needs to make himself feel better. He continues, "You bring Whitey to my house, put Lucas on the basketball team, so it's no wonder I'm out here by myself, it's almost as if you planned it that way." Holy crap. Are there people this deluded out there? Keith steps forward and rebukes his brother: "Easy on the conspiracy theories, Danny, maybe you want to take a look in the mirror." Keith turns to leave, but Dan's still in a fighting mood: "So where you running off to now?" Keith says quietly, "The airport." Dan says snidely, "Right. Still living that lie, huh? Unless of course you and Karen are a couple." Keith replies, "As a matter a fact, after tonight, we will be." Dan snots, "Wow. High school fantasies really do come true. Oh, you always had a thing for her, even when I was with her." Dan walks over to the barbeque, grabs the lighter fluid, and, in a bit of not-so-subtle metaphor, adds fuel to the fire: "But you should ask yourself one question, Keith. If you weren't good enough for her then, what makes you think you'd be good enough for her now." Keith doesn't reply, he just walks away -- trying not to let Dan get to him, but you know he did. In fact, the minute that Dan cockily touched the lighter to the fuel, you knew Keith was done for.

Keith shows up at the Café, and Deb says brightly, "Three hours to Karen!" Keith walks over and sits down on the bar: "Ask me what mistake I just made." She bites. He says, "I, ah, just went to see Dan." Deb looks aghast as she asks why. Heh. Keith thought Dan could use someone to talk to, but he's a miserable SOB. Deb says, "I'm sorry. He doesn't do well when he's alone." Keith says, "Sure. There's no one to tear down when he's alone, except himself." Deb asks if he's hungry; Keith says no, but that he could do with a beer. Deb says, "Three hours to Karen?" Exactly. That's why he could use a "breezer." I didn't know Karen's Café was licensed, but whatever. Deb hands him the bottle as he tells her the story about Karen kissing him the day she left. He says, "It's funny. I feel like I'm just about to start the life I always wanted, and it's three hours away. I'm scared as hell." And there we go again: hardhat, protective footwear, and Hazmat suit. I should be safe from whatever starts falling from the sky as each character's hopes and dreams come crashing down around me in a fit of Alanis Morissette's brand of irony. Deb says, "Ah, it couldn't happen to two better people. You're going to be fine." Keith takes a swig of the last beer he's ever going to drink, because you know it's so not going to be fine.