Panting, she grabs a Tupperware container labeled "Sandy" from the fridge and cracks it open to reveal a human heart. Rabid, Nancy sniffs the heart and sighs with ecstasy. Then she frantically chants her way through some of the steps. "One, I am powerless. Two, I believe that a power greater than myself will restore me to my sanity," she wails. "Three, my will and my life are in your care. Four..." Nancy freaks because she can't remember four. "I have made a searching and fearless moral inventory of myself!" she exclaims. This soothes her. I don't know. Sniffling, she pokes herself in the nose and simpers, "Don't be a bad girl!" The actress has got to be hammered. Inside, she's all, "What does a wolf do when she's ashamed? She goes for the nose! The nose!" Then Nancy gets up and chucks the heart down the disposal. This makes me cringe every time I see it -- so, twice -- because although we don't see it get chopped, we know it's happening, and I don't deal well with organs of the internal variety. Pipe organs, obviously, are fine.

Luke grabs Sophia at the diner and invites her out on a date, but she's more interested in hearing what's happening with his father's health. Luke is reluctant to talk about it, but grudgingly mentions that it was a minor brain-stem event and probably unrelated to his cancer. Sophia figures he should go check it out, but Luke would rather go light fires and suck on people, so he makes plans to pick her up at 8:30. She grins, thrilled.

A little blond imp sits in her parents' pickup truck outside a modest suburban house. Lou makes nicey-nice with her, until her father runs out with a dog to sic the sick pedophile grinning sugar at his baby girl. His hand forced, Lou introduces himself as a detective from the Seattle-Wolf Lake police departments and offers sympathy for the family's loss. His pup, meanwhile, whimpers with joy as Lou pets him. "That's a first," PapaSandy observes. "They don't like dogs, and dogs don't like them." For anyone out there who thinks Lou is secretly a wolf, this exchange may dissuade you. Not that anyone was losing sleep over the quandary. MamaSandy trots out and chokes that they don't mean to make trouble, but they just want to bury their daughter. Lou doesn't know what she means. "They burned her," sniffles MamaSandy. They wanted a proper burial, but evidently the morgue cremated her and delivered the ashes inside an aluminum can. And they thought it was soup powder and just added water, and dinner was so good until they realized, and oh, it got ugly from there. MamaSandy gripes that she didn't get a proper urn for her child. Lou looks sad.