Claire Radcliff shows up on the Monohans' doorstep with an offering of casserole. "Please tell me you eat carbs," Claire says when Sarah opens the door. Man, she brings carbs as gifts? I love her already. Who cares if she's a murderous vampire? Inside the Monohan kitchen, the ladies have a chat. Sarah is obviously stressed out, which Claire picks up on. She suggest Sarah go see Peg, a holistic doctor on Main Street, for some stress-busting herbs. The subject turns to Nick. Claire: "Didn't I read he was a detective in Chicago?" "Yeah, homicide, actually," Sarah says. Claire looks nervous. Sarah hopes her hubby will "slow down" a bit here and stop getting all caught up in things. [Like serving and protecting and crap like that. - Zach]

School. Students sit in English class, otherwise known as the place a young person's love of reading goes to die. The teacher calls on a boy named Brett to talk about the "unifying themes" in Flannery O'Connor's works. Curly girl sits behind him. Brett offers that O'Connor's characters are disabled or disfigured. Curly girl chimes in about surface appearances not being who we really are. Nick's son schools them all in O'Connor's struggle with lupus, and how the word itself means "wolf" and how it affected her facial features. Appearances did matter to her, he says. Brett looks none too happy to be shown up. After class, young Monohan sits outside, writing in his journal so that we all know he's the sensitive sort. Curly girl sits beside him and invites him to join the "mock trial" club. Introductions are made: He's Charlie from Chicago, and she's Andie from Seattle. Andie notices Brett watching them and gets up to go. On her way, she tells Charlie to meet on the football field after school to help with some fair they're having. Andie goes over to Brett, who's all, "You know he likes you, right?" Andie scoffs and kisses him on the cheek.

At the police station, Marcus tells Nick that a missing persons report has been filed for the contractor, Mark Woodbury. Nick's interest is clearly piqued. "Let's go see the Radcliffs." Speaking of whom, Claire is in her well-appointed wine-room, emptying a bottle of wine into a small sink. She replaces the contents with the contractor's blood. Outside the house, a car pulls up into the driveway. The man inside presses a button on his garage door opener, but the door doesn't open, on account of being hung up on Woodbury's truck parked sloppily within. Claire hears this and quickly finishes bottling her Pinot Hemoglobin. The man calls out to Claire from the dining room, his English accent matching hers. He's wearing a douchey man-scarf, which instantly makes me wary of him. Claire composes herself and goes out to greet him with a hug. It's her husband, back from his trip early. She dodges his kiss and then his question about why the garage door won't open. Claire takes a sip of white wine from a glass, then offers it to her husband. As he raises the glass, he pauses and sniffs where her lips had been. He notes a fine bouquet of fruit with an undertone of blood. He grabs her by the neck and shoves her up against the wall. He pries open her mouth, jams his nose in there and takes a long sniff. Girl, you should bite his snout off for that rudeness. "Where is it?" he demands. "In the wine room," she says. Before he can go sticking his nose other places it doesn't belong, the doorbell rings. Rude husband glares at the door with barely contained rage. Commercials.