Terry Bellefleur, Andy's cousin, sits down and as usual looks half-hot and half-demented, and gives him a sweet little speech as follows: "I know what you're going through. That first kill, it's got a way of making you feel like that's all you are. But you've got to know that you are still a man that is capable of goodness and of heartbreaking generosity of spirit. And if you can cling to that with everything you got, you're gonna be all right. I promise." Aw, heartbreaking generosity of spirit. True enough. Never thought we'd accuse one Bellefleur of that, much less both of them. They tell each other how much they love each other, because it's been that kind of night, and Terry goes, "From now on, let's tell each other that more."

What also makes this situation stressful is the fact that nobody actually knows what happened, even though they were all there, because the whole town was being Bacchae at the time. Andy remembers, because he is magic; Jason sort of remembers because his brain only sort of works; Tara only remembers because of what Sookie and Bill did to her brain; and that's about it. So all the testimony in the world is not going to help, first of all, and second of all everybody's going to be filling in the gaps for themselves because that's how you live:

Like right now, Arlene is giving a little speech about how she's sorry for blocking the investigation the time her boyfriend Rene was killing all the ladies that time, but that she has seen the light and -- even though she doesn't remember it -- her experience with going Crazy and joining a cult has caused her to reevaluate things: " I have the utmost respect for y'all, because without law enforcement, we would be nowhere as a society." If you think of her personality as now being strongly pulled one way because of this thing she doesn't even really know happened to her, you can see a lot of where she's going from here: There's a dark place of abandon that has affected her life, and she's going to flee toward the light forever, just to feel control.

Of course, Tara knows what's up, and can't see her way to understanding Arlene's memory loss, so she just thinks it sounds like "a goddamn beauty pageant" instead of Arlene fighting the hole in her brain and trying to pull herself together. Tara jumps up to yell at her, and Lafayette mutters the obligatory "Oh shit," and she's off. Basically, she's offended that Arlene is more interested in kissing Bud Dearborn's ass and telling her whole story of what happened -- which she's pretty much just inventing -- than giving weight to the murder. "The only man I ever loved was just zipped up in a bag, and you don't even have the decency to pretend you give a fuck!" Arlene, wounded: "I give a fuck..."