Oh, a confessional! Speak, Genesis: "Kids were asking, y'know, 'Where is [sic] Sean and Syrus?' And the only explanation I could possibly give them was that they got the times mixed up and they were gonna make it later." Cut to a dumb close-up of a concerned-looking kid, as if he's supposed to be thinking, "Where oh where are the great Sean and Syrus?" If he's thinking about them at all -- which he's not, Clever Editing Supervisor -- the concern is entirely on account of him wondering, "If he's not here now, does that automatically mean that Syrus is off somewhere bonin' my mom? And if so, does that make him my new daddy?" Just then, the announcer celebrates the presence of "America's number-one volunteer couple, Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter!" I'll bet Jimmy Carter has like ten zillion mugs with that written on it. Just at this moment, Sean and Syrus march up behind Genesis and Montana. And not to strain the visual metaphor too much, but the juxtaposition of those two cast members and the Carter introduction really drives home the analogy that Sean and Syrus are to The Real World what Jimmy Carter was to the U.S. presidency. The whole Boston season is like the Jimmy Carter of Real World seasons, in fact. Not that we've actually been in Boston in recent memory.

Montana asks Sean how the hell he knew where to go to find them, and he fills her in that they "cabbed it." I...oh. That explains everything. Because it's the frequent time I have hopped in cab and announced, "Take me to the place where I don't know where I'm going," only to find myself at the appropriate destination a short time later. I hope they gave that guy some kind of killer tip. And, nice jean shorts, Sean. I know this was, like, 1996 and all, but I'm writing this from my lofty perch of retrospect and I think you look like a dork so ha ha ha, dork. A non-contrite confessional offers Sean's internal monologue on the matter: "I guess I'm setting an example for these kids, and I'm showin' up late. So I was in big trouble." Anthony wilts when Sean asks, "Are you disgusted with me?" (correct answer: "yes"), offering that cop-out of undisciplinary parents and passive-aggressive girlfriends everywhere, "I'm a little disappointed." Tell me about it. Pushover.