Jason's coming down, bright lights flashing on the periphery, music loud, speeding toward work. Rene sees him coming to the site and worries; Jason wipes the sweat from his forehead and joins them, looking all a junkie mess. They stare as he throws out excuse after excuse, alarm clock and phone lost, the world jerking and jump-cutting in front of him as he tries to come down. Hoyt touches his shoulder, and Jason gets scared.

Tara offers to call Sookie's cousin Hadley, with whom she shares more secrets than we know, and how they marked her: "No one's heard from her for in over a year, since she ran away from that rehab Gran paid for. I don't even know how to get hold of her..." I wish Hadley would come to the funeral; I wish she'd bring a gun. And Bill? Sookie looks at her like a racist: "Tara, he can't go." Tara remembers, and Sookie's like, "You don't know a bunch of vampires, so you're allowed to forget the daytime thing. Takes getting used to." Tara's not sure she ever will: "...What, not everyone is as open minded as you, shoot me. You should hear the things people are saying." Sookie is like, "Obviously I fucking do."

But Bill didn't kill Adele, and Tara knows that. "No one is blaming Bill... Exactly." But everybody is blaming Bill plus Sookie, including Bill and Sookie. "Didn't you tell me he had scary-ass friends?" Sookie swears they're not all like that, but surely Bill's hypothesis -- that Adele wasn't the target -- hasn't occurred to him alone. Death reminds us that we are fundamentally alone; that we spend most of our lives trying to be less alone, through sex or words or the chains we wrap each other in. That's what funerals do. "I'd fuckin' lose it if anything happened to you. You know that, right?"

Yes. But in all the mess last night, the horror and the fear, the thing that kept her solid was Bill. "When I'm around him... I don't know how to explain it exactly, but it's like I almost feel normal." In the background a truck screeches to a halt and the door slams. Downstairs, Jason runs in, casting angry looks around, looking for a target. He heads upstairs. Sookie only says his name once before he's knocked her onto the bed.

"It's your fault! Gran is dead because of you. It should have been you!" Maudette, he saw the video. Dawn, he could have loved. Adele was a different story. This a circle, drawn around him, pulling tight as he's heading into the labyrinth. The only link he sees is the one that makes her filthy; the trap he feels caught in. He let it touch him, he let it crawl inside and now it lives there. And his sister is just as dirty as he is.