Commercials. Man, I've had that nightmare where Emeril moves into my building. It is scary, indeed. Mine always has paprika and Cajun music in it.
When we return, El Hornio is still not reading the room, so he's still trying to get Rebecca to tell him that everything is all right, which he expresses in the form of ordering her to stop crying. Yeah, good one. She responds by pulling her hood over her head, and he does likewise, thinking it's cute, because they're Pouty Twins. Which it isn't. Cute, I mean. It's certainly plenty pouty. El Hornio tells Rebecca he's sorry, he loves her...they need to break up more than anyone has ever needed to break up, ever. Rebecca tells us that she hates it when they have these big fights -- not because it's personally painful, but because it interferes with their racing. Sigh. El Hornio keeps trying to hold her hand, she keeps trying not to let him...oy. This actually would be less uncomfortable if Emeril did show up, and that is saying a lot.