"...becauuuuse...unlike mechanical devices and household appliances, they don't come with warranties and they don't come with owner's manuals, Doc. Okay??" Happy pleaded with her new husband. Toby hugged her with understanding arms. Ever since the last time she thought she was pregnant, the prospect of starting a family had become a sensitive topic for discussion. A record player was playing Judy Garland's version of 'Get Happy' in the background.

"Fear not, Mrs. Curtis. For all your misgivings shall be put at ease." Two gift cards emerged from his pocket.

"Another couple's spa-day?" Happy was not impressed.

"Just the thing to...chase all your blues away..." Toby tried to cheer her up with a pat to the tip of her nose.

"Toby...just STOP!"

"I don't understand, my pet--what am I doing wrong? I mean--"

"Where should I begin? 'Hallelujah Come On Get Happy??' Really Toby? You KNEW I didn't want to talk about this in the first place..."

"In my defense, let me state that the measurable effect music has on calming a frazzled female is well-documented..."

"Careful, Doc..." Cabe came around the corner and tossed Toby a distracting apple. "Why not stop-up your gob with THAT...right after removing your foot, of course."

"Is it Attack-Toby-Day? Did I miss a memo?" Toby took a bite of apple to diffuse the tension.

Happy walked away without commenting further. Cabe observed this apprehension and washed his hands in a nearby sink. "Trouble in paradise...already?"

Toby was not in the mood to exchange barbs. "Guy-who-still-hasn't-asked-Allie-out-weeks-after-getting-off-a-deserted-island says 'what?' "

"Hey...I'm...workin' on it..." Cabe was embarrassed. All his previous bravado had gone nowhere once they reached the fruited plain of the mainland. "We all can't be as Don Juan as you and Walter, now can we?"

Toby was determined to find a way to reach his barricaded bride. It would take tact. Perhaps Paige might be able to stimulate a family-friendly conversation.

"Motherhood is a full-time job in itself, Toby." Paige was eager to lecture. "Between your uterus growing up to 500 times its size, to your senses intensifying and the cravings, I mean-- Toby...a woman does not sign up to be a mother without first mentally preparing for all the amazing changes that are sure to come. It is a commitment."

"So, when you mentally prepared to have Ralph..."

Paige's demeanor changed. "Well...I mean..."

"I thought as much...every pregnancy is different. Just because things happen one way one time does not guarantee variables will mimic again--the chances are infinitesimal--and that is all I was trying to communicate to Happy, but she won't hear a word of it."

"I'll have you know..." Paige tried to rationalize. Drew was the one most at fault. I would have loved to have someone as supportive of me back then as you are of Happy now. He told Ralph he was going to see a movie and skipped town for God's sake...I mean who does that?" Toby patted Paige on the shoulder to calm her. She was suddenly upset.

"Easy, there...I wasn't trying to get you all emotional..."

Paige looked to the left and then the right. She said nothing and then resumed looking through a disorganized drawer. "Ray really did a number on this place." She mumbled to herself. "I am still finding stuff hidden in the strangest places."

"Trust me, we are all glad you are back. You are needed here now more than ever now that Walter's EQ odysseys are more oddity than anything else." Paige stared blankly and then walked out much like Happy had earlier.

"This just isn't my day." Toby picked up the record needle off the record player and held the arm in his hand.

Paige sat alone in another room with something in her hand as well.

Toby paused. "Wait a minute..."

Paige exhaled slowly.