Joyce: Bette…this is Joyce Wischnia.

Bette: Okay, Joyce?  I know this probably wasn’t the best idea in the World, like I told you when I left you that message, but-

Joyce: Where are you at right now?

Bette: …Driving.  Why?

Joyce: I think you need to pull over.

Bette: Okay, look if this is a lecture, I totally understand this could pose a problem, but-

Joyce: Bette…it’s much worse than that I’m afraid.

The tone in Joyce’s voice indicates as much.  It reminds Bette of the feeling she had just had earlier.  She pulls to the side of the road and places the car in park.

Bette: Okay.  I’ve pulled over to the side…what’s wrong?

Joyce: Bette…it probably isn’t a good idea to tell you this while you’re driving.

Bette: Tell me what?  Did Tina call you?

Joyce: Bette…this is a lot worse than your situation with Angelica.  And I need you to guarantee me that you’re not going to do anything irrational.

Bette: What the fuck is going on, Joyce???

Joyce takes a deep breath.  Bette hasn’t heard the news yet.

Cherie Peroni’s Residence…

Shane: No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shane falls to her knees, the crying, instant.  She sees a photo of Helena on the television screen in the upper right corner as a news anchor delivers the news in a monotone manner.  Shane feels a sense of grief and guilt hit her all at once, causing her to let out a yell and whimpering that follows.  Cherie wanders to the room where Shane is at.

Cherie: What the fuck’s wrong with you???  This shit ain’t that heavy!  Fuck, you’re giving me a headache…

Cherie now sees the image on the screen.  She hears the report and realizes what’s happening.

Cherie: Oh shit.

Shane: ….take me home….

Cherie: Shane…I’m fucked up right now….I can’t go anywhere right now, neither can-

Shane’s guilt becomes anger as she snaps to her feet and walks toward Cherie.

Shane: Take me home!!!

Shane collapses against Cherie, who catches her.  She cannot catch the tears, however.

Shane: …take me home…

Cherie: Okay…Shane…I’m gonna call a cab for you.

San Francisco…

It’s not always easy booking emergency flights to Los Angeles, but Lara is going to try.

Front Porch…

Carmen: I don’t know if Shane’s coming…

Carla: Figures…  

Carmen: Carla…something terrible’s happened.

Carla: What’s that…?

As they talk, Carmen looks over towards Bette and Tina’s house next door, noticing a police officer knocking on the front door.

On the road…over the phone…

Joyce: They’re still investigating what caused the jet to go down.  And…  Bette?

Bette cannot move.  She feels stricken with grief as the reality of Joyce’s words begin to set in.

Bette: Kit….

Joyce: Excuse me?

Bette: …My sister…Jesus….

Joyce: In all likelyhood, the police will be contacting you.

Bette: Just…stop it.  Damn…  I gotta get home.

Bette hangs up the phone and speeds off into the night, crying.

Front Porch…

Carla stands and begins to walk away.

Carla: Life sucks…and then you die.  Count yourself lucky…if you think it’ll help.  There’s a gift for you and Shane on the back porch.

Taxi…

Shane sits in the backseat, silent.  Her eyes are glazed over.  Her heart, broken.

Airport…

For once, Lara feels thankful not to have unpacked her bags right away as she prepares to board the plane.  It’s a feeling that eats at her that she needs to be there.  So there she shall go.

Back Porch…

His name is Shay.  He’s Shane’s little brother.  And he’s just been left behind for Carmen and Shane at the worst possible time.

Passenger Jet…

Lara knows she will not be sleeping well tonight, as her last memory of Dana plays simultaneously with last night’s memory of Alice.  She leans her head back into her seat, hoping this feeling of torture will go away.

"Oh now feel it comin’ back again
Like a rollin’ thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin’ from the center of the Earth again
I can feel it."