Frank walked down the stairs to find Janet leaning against the front door. When he got closer he realized she was crying. He gently put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face him. "Oh, sweetheart! Come here." He held her in his arms, whispering soothing words to her.

"Frankie..." Janet lifted her head from his shoulder. "It was awful! The things he said..."

"Don't worry. Brad's gone now." He wiped her tears away and kissed her. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. "You don't regret this, do you? Us, I mean."

Janet smiled. "No, of course not! I love you, and I'm glad you're here. Why do you ask?"

"I know you and Brad were together for a long time. When I saw how upset you were just now, I thought you might be having second thoughts."

"Not at all. I realized today that maybe I was wrong about Brad." Janet explained. "Actually, I think I figured that out the night we met you. He was probably always that uptight, but maybe I didn't see it until then. The final straw, though, was what he said last night."

Frank frowned. "Tim doesn't need that jerk in his life."

"No, he doesn't. What he needs is a good father. One who will always love and support him, no matter what happens." Janet looked at Frank. "Like you."

"I've only really known that boy for a few minutes, but I love him so much already." Frank grinned. "I missed out on the first five years, but I promise I'll always be there for both of you."

"Where is Tim, anyway?" Janet asked.

"He's playing in his room. I was worried about you, since I knew your conversation with Brad wouldn't be pleasant. I told Tim I'd be back soon, and came downstairs." Frank said.

"I'm just glad you were able to distract him while Brad was here. Was he affected by it?"

"I don't think so." Frank leaned forward to kiss her, but was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Why don't you go back upstairs? Tim's probably wondering where you are." Janet said. "I'll see who it is, and I'll come up and join you soon."

"Okay." Frank headed up the stairs.

Janet opened the door. Betty was standing there with her four-year-old daughter Grace. "Hi!" Janet exclaimed.

"Hi, Janet." Betty looked worriedly at her, then turned to Grace. "Honey, do you want to go play with Tim while I talk to Janet?"

Tim chose that exact moment to come downstairs. After greeting each other, the two children ran off.

Betty sighed. "Oh, Janet, I heard about what happened! I'm so sorry."

"You mean me and Brad? How did you know?"

"Brad showed up at our house a few minutes ago. I could tell that he was upset and wanted to talk to Ralph, so I decided to give them some privacy." Betty said. "I'm a bit confused. As I was walking out the door, I could hear Brad saying something about you and an alien. He also mentioned something about a hot dog."

"Hot dog?"

"I could have sworn I heard the word frankfurter."

Janet sighed. "Betty, I can explain everything. Come on in." The two women went into the living room and sat down. She then told Betty the whole story about everything that had happened.

Betty listened attentively to Janet, not saying anything until after she'd heard the whole thing. "So, basically, Tim is part alien and you're in a relationship with his father, who's a transvestite. What planet did you say this guy was from, again?"

"His name is Frank N. Furter, and he's from the planet Transsexual, in the galaxy of Transylvania." Janet glanced at Betty, who had a shocked expression on her face. "Don't worry. He's actually a really sweet guy once you get to know him."

"A sweet transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania..." Betty shook her head in disbelief.

"I'm so sorry, Betty. I would have told you everything sooner, but up until today, I didn't remember anything that happened that night." Janet felt awful. In all the time they'd known each other, she and Betty had never kept things from each other.

"I know." Betty smiled at Janet. "It'll take some getting used to, but I just want you to be happy."

Janet smiled back. "I am."

Frank came back downstairs just then. "Janet?" He went into the living room.

Janet looked at Betty, whose eyes were so wide they looked like they would pop out of her head. "Betty, this is Dr. Frank N. Furter. Frank, this is my friend Betty Hapschatt."

Frank took Betty's hand and kissed it. "Enchanté."

Betty gazed at her hand in amazement, blushed and looked at Frank. "Pleased to meet you, Mr., I mean, Dr. Furter."

Frank chuckled. "Please, just call me Frank. Any friend of Janet's is, I hope, a friend of mine." He gave her one of his trademark Cheshire cat grins.

With that, Janet invited Betty and Grace to stay for as long as they wanted that day. The three adults talked and got to know each other while the children played.