DR. BROWN: This looks vaguely familiar.
EPHRAM: We're right back where he left us. That's great, just great.
DR. BROWN: Well, at least we're not lost.
[Ephram begins unpacking his tent.]
DR. BROWN: Look, I'm sorry, Ephram. Why are you unpacking?
EPHRAM: I'm setting up camp. The sun's about to go down. I might as well get a fresh start in the morning.
DR. BROWN: You know, we could still make good time...
[Ephram gives him a look and Dr. Brown shuts up.]
[Cut to the office of the Everwood Pinecone. Dr. Abbott comes rushing in.]
DR. ABBOTT: Davenport, stop the presses. This, this article on my award, it can't run today.
DAVENPORT: Why not, Dr. Abbott?
DR. ABBOTT: There's been a death in the family.
DAVENPORT: Really? Whose?
DR. ABBOTT: My mother.
DAVENPORT: [laughing] You wish.
DR. ABBOTT: This piece needs to run in tomorrow's edition.
DAVENPORT: No can do. Machine's running. You have to respect the machine.
DR. ABBOTT: Yeah, well, nevertheless.
DAVENPORT: Doc. You of all people should understand. It was your idea to take my obsessive compulsive disorder and turn it into something useful. Now, thanks to you and the Pinecone, I'm a productive member of Everwood society for fifteen years. Practically saved my life.
DR. ABBOTT: Well surely with your progress you can stand to be an hour late this once.
DAVENPORT: You see that gear? That's me. I'm the gear that has to spin. And neither the serotonin reuptake inhibitors, nor the man that prescribes them, can stop that. Everyone has something they have to do. I have to put out a paper, you need your article tomorrow.
[Dr. Abbott, in a huff, sets off to leave but stops and considers something.]
DR. ABBOTT: You say you have to 'put out' the paper.
DAVENPORT: Yes, sir.
DR. ABBOTT: Do you have to deliver them?
DAVENPORT: No. But I do have to cover my costs.
[Dr. Abbott smiles.]
[Cut to Mama Joy's. Irv walks in and sees Edna sitting, reading the paper.]
IRV: Some real interactive babysitting you've got going there.
EDNA: She's fine.
IRV: Then where is she?
[Edna starts to look around.]
[Cut to Delia sitting at the counter, depressed.]
EDNA: What's she doing?
IRV: I'm not sure. But, it looks like she's been doing it for a while.
[He motions for Edna to find out.]
EDNA: Don't give me that. A babysitter's job is to make sure the kid doesn't die, that's all.
IRV: She's a kid, not a grenade.
[Edna relents and goes over.]
EDNA: Hey, Private. What do you say to a movie tomorrow?
DELIA: My mom said she used to go to a synagogue to talk to God. Could we go to one?
EDNA: The nearest synagogue is two hours away. Maybe we could talk to God somewhere local, like a video store. We can rent The Chosen.
[Edna looks back at Irv. Delia still looks depressed. She's staring at a glass of water sitting on the counter.]
