Next morning, Jason and the collective viewing audience of Season Six look out the window of the firehouse and mutter a simultaneous, "What the hell?" Jason runs down the steps and outside to discover someone -- er, who could it be? -- has dropped by under the cover of darkness with a gigantic box of colored chalk (seriously, there are "umber" shades in there) and wrote "Timber Loves Jason" on the ground in letters about six total feel around. Around the words are hearts and stars and other assorted colorful symbols that would do the "Lucky Charms" leprechaun proud, and the overall effect looks like the product less of a deranged adult mind and more of a nine-year-old girl writing "Timber Loves Corey Haim" on her home driveway after her parents took her to see License to Drive. Kameelah chimes in as Kameelah has been known to do, understating, "If I had a boyfriend and he did something like that, I would think, 'Wow. That's really sweet. You're psycho.'" Dear Kameelah: WORD! Love, the normal. And the medicated. The, um, properly medicated.