David has shifted himself to get out of bed and drive the kids to school himself, and he's walking them up to the building while giving them all sorts of instructions about not leaving the grounds or talking to strangers or getting killed or raped by them or anything. They're about to go inside when David calls them back to apologize for getting upset the night before. Anthony asks if they can make pizza tonight. David agrees, and says he just misses Nate a lot. He starts to elaborate, but Durrell and his suddenly-appearing, long, skinny, pointy, incredibly distracting and mystifying sideburns say they're going to be late. David sends them into the building, acting like he's glad they're being responsible and don't just want to get away from his basket-case ass. At the top of the stairs he turns back toward the street, just in time to spot a black Nissan Maxima cruising slowly past the front of the school. And at the wheel is someone whose face is covered by the hood of his red sweatshirt. Spooky! And possibly even actually happening! David runs up to the crossing guard and points out the car, saying, "I think that might be the dark-blue Nissan theyre looking for? The guy who's murdering children?" The crossing guard points out that the car is black. David apologizes, saying, "My mistake," and heads back to his car, tripping over the crossing guard's lawn chair on the sidewalk as he goes. And of course, he doesn't look at all soothed.
Over at Brenda's, she's asking her brother to move out, saying that Maya will need a room. Billy asks if she's sure she'll be okay when the baby comes. She says no, which leaves him puzzled. She says, "Billy, I'm not saying that when the baby comes you won't be here eighteen hours a day." Someone's pretty sure of herself. "I'm just saying that I gotta get my fucking shit together and we need the space." Billy swallows his disappointment and nods pleasantly. He asks when Brenda's picking up Maya, and she says this afternoon, wondering, "Why the fuck did I tell them they could keep her?" Billy says not to beat herself up. "Just go get her. She's your daughter. You're the best mother she could have." And then he gets up to go pack, while Brenda stands there wondering if she really got away with it, and resolving never to listen to another one of her stupid dead husband's idiot ideas ever again. She'd be better off listening to the static.