Nate lies in a dark room, hooked up to any number of machines with a bandage over his head. And what's going on under that bandage? Besides the sideburns poking out from it, I mean? Well, Nate's having another starkly-shot vision, this one of a confession to Brenda that hasn't actually happened. He's wearing the clothes he wore to Maggie's house, and Brenda's all dressed up for her breakup in a stunning full-length, blue silk brocade gown. "You're so fucking predictable," she tells Nate. Nate claims it wasn't about the sex. "Oh, right," Brenda says, "you fucked her because of silence and meaning and God -- not because we're having a hard time and you needed an illusion to stick your dick in." Wow, even Dream Brenda has Nate's number. Nate says they're always having a hard time. "I used to think it was passion, but you know, it's just drama." Thanks for catching up with the rest of us, Nate, five years later. Maybe you could have had that little epiphany before impregnating her. Brenda reminds Nate, "You came to me. I had my own fucking life before you turned up on my doorstep, bleeding and crazy." Nate remembers that too, but he says, "We weren't meant to be." Brenda, amazed (despite having suggested something similar at Nate's birthday party), says, "What Quaker bullshit! You think you and Maggie are meant to be after you slept with her, what, once? What are you, fifteen?" I'd say that's nondenominational bullshit, actually. Nate: "No, I'm forty years old. I see that there can be peace between a man and a woman and that's what I want." But what happens when you stop being polite and start being real? Brenda says, "I'm certainly not going to beg you to stay." But she suggests that he ask himself, "What kind of man betrays his pregnant wife and leaves her?" Our protagonist, ladies and gentlemen. Nate tells her it's better this way. And then the vision ends before he can choke on my vomit. You'd think that as long as the surgeons were tinkering around in his melon, they could have figured out some way to make him less of an asshole. Fade to white/Nate ain't right.