Sookie: "I don't know, we got drunk and a bunch of other stuff happened..."
Alcide: "Like what?"
She touches his hand and he jerks back, and Sookie rules some more: "Did you just... recoil from me? Fucking Eric." Immediately putting it all together, she pulls faerie on him and he remembers the events of the last evening.
Alcide: "Are we seriously doing Season Three again? Russell's alive, crackhead werewolves and the whole thing? What the fuck is wrong with Eric and Bill?"
Sookie: "I know, right?"
Alcide grabs his shit and leaves without saying goodbye, and Sookie continues to just sort of glumly go about her new Daria way of being. God, no wonder she was crying. Now, take a hint from the fact that nobody is currently trying to murder you -- and it's daytime -- and take a nap.
Sam acts shitty with a nurse for trying to help him get back in bed, and acts all obsessive and dog-loyal about Luna like usual.
Luna: "Uh, the only people that know about shifters are weres, so..."
Sam: "They were humans and I could smell them and their whiskey."
Emma comes running in, and Martha B is shitty to the nurse also.
Martha: "She came to me, as a wolf..."
Emma: "The part of me that was a wolf told me to."
Ugh. Werewolf talk. So dorky. So Emma does some more mortifying shit, and then Sam tells Luna to make up her mind about Martha and stop worrying about it. Martha, to her credit, explains that she is all about Emma, but Luna's her mom, so it's up to her. Class all the way.
Luna: "Okay, can you babysit her while we try to figure out who's hunting shifters?"
Martha: "Yeah, that sounds pretty much like exactly what I wanted. I'll take your kid, and you go get killed. Good plan."
Jumps out of Patrick's truck for no reason, and then flashes back to the time Patrick made him kill that lady who cursed them. They roll around in the dirt and cry and have a frank chat about ifrits.
Terry: "I knew it was too good to be true. Being married to Arlene, I mean."
Patrick: "Frankly, I find the ifrit more believable."
RUBY JEAN REYNOLDS
Is staring at the ceiling, in some kind of demon coma, when Lala arrives.
Lafayette: "Oh, momma..."