Meanwhile, poor Janet is sitting home alone and looking at a map of Cincinnati. Her bell rings -- it's Henry. He's nattily dressed in a polo shirt and sporting both a newspaper and a bottle of sparkly. Janet's surprised exclamation is met with "I know! Me in the suburbs! It's as weird for me as it is for you." (This is when Mabell piped up from the sofa, "He's gay, right?") Janet invites him in, and Henry shares the reason for his visit -- he's congratulating Janet for her new column in the paper. Henry went to McCall and convinced him to keep her on. "You're published, baby! It's an advance copy. This time tomorrow, everyone in Chicago is going to know your name," he says warmly. Then Henry delivers a rousing speech to Janet about her aptitude for this job. Janet asks if Henry would like to stay for a drink, but he's got a date. Janet guesses, "Jenny from accounting?" Henry sobers up for a moment as he says, "Uh ... Mark from shipping." Janet's thrown for a moment, but rallies with "Good for you." She smiles, and Henry exhales in relief as he smiles back. Mabell confirms, "Did I call it?" Anyway, Henry leaves, and Janet stands in the middle of her living room grinning to herself.

Back at the party, Tom is slightly confused as to why his keys weren't drawn out of the fishbowl. "Disappointed?" Trina asks. Tom wonders why she's messing with tradition, and Trina asks him to sit down. She tells him, "I'm pregnant." Tom looks surprised, but not horrified. Trina plows on, "I-I know we decided that this -- children -- this is not what we want. So I already know what I need to do." Cut to Tom, still silent, looking concerned now. Trina continues, "But I feel like something has been changing inside me. I just thought you should know this time. Just in case you felt different somehow." Trina's tearing up here, and Tom says softly, "No." Trina says, "No?" Tom continues, "Maybe we don't have to make that choice." Trina half-laughs, half-sobs as she says, "Tom, you understand this would change our lives forever." Tom asks what Trina wants to do. She wants to think about it. Trina adds, "If we decide to do this, I want to know exactly what this means." Tom says, "You think about it. And I'm telling you with total certainty, I've never loved you more than I do right now, in this moment." Trina laugh-sobs again and Tom says urgently, "That has to count for something." The two of them begin kissing on the beach. I begin cooing "Awww!" at a pitch only dogs and bats can hear. They're solid! Solid as a rock! Solid until the issue of how Tom behaves around the babysitters comes up, at least.