At the Fortenberrys', Hoyt's sleeping a hasty contraption tied around his wrist, pink thread tying him to every room. Maxine sings outrageously while he sleeps, doing the twist; when she notices he's really out she grabs her nasty casserole and makes a run for it, but she trips on one of his wires and drops the casserole heavily. He jumps and grabs her immediately, and she screams "Norman Baaaates!" at him. He promises -- never, ever say or do this, on this show or anywhere else -- that he's going to take everything she's said this week, about him and about Daddy, and lock it up in a little box, and forget it ever happened. She growls at him, trying to explain the immensity, weeping with religious fervor and the beauty of the moment: "This is bigger than your petty little feelings. A God is coming into our midst, does any part of your puny brain understand what that means?" He is tender with her; she throws a cushion in his face and runs away again delightedly, but he catches her up again.

"Think back. Wasn't there ever a time you felt someone, or something, watching over you?" Of course, Sookie nods: "God." Maryann arranges a garland, taking blooms and blossoms from every part of the room: "You can call it that. But it's not the same one the blind billions worship." She finally turns: "And in your heart of hearts, you know it." Sookie remembers -- ah, the chain! The time she took down Mac Rattray and it looked all weird! That was confusing. "Fine. Then what am I?" Maryann assures her she's beyond human: "I live off human energy, and yours I can't channel. That's very rare, though surprisingly not unique in this town..." Sookie tilts her head: Is she saying she's going to marry Sam Merlotte?

Offended, Maryann looks up from her bouquet: "Please. My husband is a God. Sam is... He's just the ideal wedding gift." She tears up, like Sarah Newlin at her wedding, or up in the balcony the day Jason showed her the new sun. "Oh, it's been such a long wait... I'm sorry, I'm getting a little overexcited. I'll smear everything!" She assures Sookie joyfully that the time is auspicious and perfect, and that Sam's on his way. Sookie protests some more, and Maryann reaches out to stroke her chin: "He is the vessel! He appeared to me naked, a virgin, drawn to the very statue that represents the birth of my God. Should have sacrificed him then and there, but I foolishly let him go."