Karen and Larry do the requisite bed check at curfew. They make some joke about how everything's gone well except for the Tim kid who peed in the ice machine. Um, ew. They decide to grab a cup of coffee and come back for another check at ten. Almost as if the kids are psychic, they all stick their heads out of their doorways minutes after Karen and Larry have exited hallway left. Music To Sneak Out After Curfew By plays as they all race down the hallway, giggling.
Brooke's left behind, eating ice cream. There's a soft knock on the door, and Brooke yells, "Just leave the cake and go." Karen comes in and tells her that they're safe; all the other girls have had chicken pox. Brooke says sarcastically, "Teresa always was a beat behind." Karen sits down on the other bed and asks Brooke how she's doing. Brooke answers honestly: "Pretty crappy. I put all my energy into this competition and it made me feel really good for a few days. It took my mind off of everything. Now I'm back to square one." Karen says they haven't had a chance to talk since she and Lucas broke up. Blah she's really sorry blah. Brooke says quietly, "It's his loss, right?" Karen nods her head: "He probably knows that." Pause. "And I know it doesn't seem like it, but I bet you and Peyton will get through this." Pause for a minute so Karen can take a breath for the pep talk. "And now, from a former Ravens cheer captain to another, I think you have taken these girls too far to give up." Brooke says the routine's for ten girls, and that without Teresa there are only nine, so unless she can pull a cheerleader out of her ass -- and in walks Peyton with Haley in tow. Haley says, "I make no apologies to my lack of coordination. It's genetic." Brooke looks at Karen and says, "It's impossible." Peyton's got that goofy smile on her face that she's had the whole weekend. She says, "But Brooke, you're the captain. You just need to get off your ass and stop pouting." Brooke replies, "We'd have to practice all night." She looks at Karen, "We'd have to break curfew." Karen smiles and says that if anyone asks, she was never there. Now, Brooke's back, people! Down goes the tub of ice cream to melt all over the hotel room night table. Up goes the sweat suit! She barks that they'll need black coffee because "sleep is [their] enemy," and they'll definitely need to do something about Haley's hair.