Summer, Morty, and Beth embrace Jerry. Their eyes light up when he comes back into the house. They eat together. Morty and Summer rejoice in having their father back.

After dinner, Jerry reluctantly pulls out his R2D2 coin collection. Beth leans her chin on his shoulder and eyes it. He nervously smiles. She grins and pecks his cheek. Jerry lays his hand over hers on his shoulder. Everything ends on a happy note.

Rick glares at Jerry. He stands in the archway of the dining room, shrouded in shadows. He turns away when his daughter starts kissing that damn idiot he tried so hard to get rid of. Rick storms off into the garage.

Morty turns on his heels when Rick slams open the door.

"Out," Rick growls.

"No, y-you don't own the garage," Morty says, walking up to Rick with his chest puffed out.

"Get. Out," Rick repeats.

He slides his hand under his coat as if he's reaching for a weapon. Morty's confident pose quickly turns into that of a nervous child. Without a second thought, he dashes out of the garage. Rick sighs and closes the door.

His worktable is completely messed up. All of his inventions have been cast aside for the equivalent of a sixth grade level science project. Rick isn't even sure what Morty was trying to make. He doesn't care. Some part of him wants to toss the shitty project off of the table, yet he's not feeling it. What does it matter if he doesn't control the family anymore?

Silvery light from his flask tempts him with the promise of intoxication, a way to forget his problems. From there, everything is a blur, like it always is.

The only surprise is that he wakes up on the garage floor exactly where he started.