Walter looked up from his computer. Today was unusual in that everyone was gathered around the same table standing, but instead of working on something they seemed to be whispering to each other. "Uh, Guys?" He spoke up. They still didn't turn around. "Guys? Everything ok?"

Finally they looked at him. Happy was giggling and Sylvester was covering his grin in the collar of his shirt. Toby had on the same poker face that he had spent far too many hours practicing. He spoke to Walter in a gravely, deep voice. "What, Mr. White?!"

Sylvester hid his entire face under the shirt and Happy sputtered out a laugh. "Ok Toby, what's going on?"

"Nothing! Nothing, it's fine. We, uh, we were actually going to go with Paige to pick Ralph up from school, if that's good with you."

Walter was doing his best to analyze the situation, but to no avail. He just agreed and followed them outside where she was waiting in her car. Walter was going to get into the front sear as usual, but this time he let Toby take it. He didn't want them sitting in the back together this time, joking around without him. Yet again Toby used that weird voice "Yeah, front seat, bitch!"

He could hear Paige laugh from inside the car. "Toby, shh!"

Little things like that happened for a while until he went to Paige's house to visit Ralph. He had left one of his toy cars in the garage and he figured the kid might want it. Also it was an excuse to visit the little guy. As he approached the door he heard the TV. Ralph didn't usually watch TV when his mom wasn't home (she was back at the garage with everyone). He knocked on the door. "It's me, Walter!" He said. Ralph opened it.

"Hey, you left this." He handed over the toy.

"Thanks. Do you wanna come in?"

"Sure, but I have to go back soon." Walter entered the house. Ralph had some of his toys, crayons and whatnot on the table in front of the TV. On it there was a show that was most certainly not meant to be for children. It appeared to be man pouring gas everywhere. "What's this?"

"Mom left it on by accident. I would have shut it down..." Ralph's voice trailed off as he turned to look on the highest part of the bookshelf in the living room. "...She told me not to do anymore climbing."

"Oh." Walter reached up to get the remote, but he heard the same voice that Toby had been immitating for so long. "Hey Ralph, do you know what this show is called?"

"Breaking Bad."

There was a silence while he thought. "Huh." Walter shut it off.