Michelle Montgomery is in her kitchen in a short, pretty white nightgown, pouring water from her kettle into a mug. Jack sneaks up on her, scares her, and then says he's sorry he didn't mean to sneak up on her. Liar. Her finger is all bandaged up. Jack sees it and asks how she's feeling. Since actions speak louder than words, she empties the kettle of boiling water on his low-rent John Cusackian face which, I'm sorry, looks older than 30, runs outside to Dean, who whisks her away in Metallicar, and they go off to make incredibly pretty babies together, who are decidedly not Rugarus, and even if they are, Dean always has his Zippo handy. All right well no, but if she were smart, that's what would have happened. Instead, she tells him she's feeling pissed, because she had to drive herself to the hospital last night and was there until 2:00. Jack's sorry. He saw her blood, got "dizzy" (STARVING) and had to get out. Michelle says he could have called; she left him a bunch of messages. His phone died. He couldn't find a pay phone. The dog ate his homework. But he is sorry. Sorry I'm late. There was this big problem... and I'm late because of it. He promises it'll never happen again, especially since he has a wife as stunning as she. And Michelle? She accepts this. Me, I'd be thinking he was doing drugs. They enter the playful banter portion of our program, and she teases that he's still not out of trouble. She wants a diamond and she's thinking Kobe-sized, because nothing says love like getting a diamond from your husband who at best cheated on you. Jack and Michelle smooch and he lifts her up onto the counter. As he kisses her neck, she asks what's gotten into him. Later on, Michelle, you'll want to ask that question of yourself. He's getting amorous, but he's also playing a little rough. Michelle asks him to slow down, but he ignores her pleas. He starts to bite her neck and she pushes him off, calls him a son of a bitch and asks him what the hell is wrong with him. He says he doesn't know and takes off, again. He's confusing his libido with hunger, Michelle. Is that a guy thing? I usually confuse fatigue with hunger, myself. I'd have a snack right now, but I know what has to come eventually, and I'd rather not have a full stomach.