Dan, DJ, and Jerry stood in the kitchen in shock over what they saw. An empty house. Everything was gone. The couch, the ottomans, the chair, the coffee table, the TV, the VCR, the liquor cabinet, everything on the book shelves, everything was gone.

Everything except family pictures, Big Godzilla, little Godzilla, the pictures of the dogs playing pool, the bulldog statue, and the Afghan that was always draped over the couch. These things were neatly placed on the floor.

The kitchen had the same treatment, everything was gone including the fridge, the stove, the toaster, the coffee maker, the kitchen table and chairs. Same with Dan's room. Everything had disappeared but his clothes and mattress. His sailboats and the Conner family crest were still there by some miracle too.

DJ ran upstairs, and Dan ran outside to the garage with Jerry. He was relieved to find that everything in the garage had been untouched, including his prized possession: His Harley. Once he discovered that he went back in the house and called 911. Then he called Jackie.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Jackie, do you think we could stay at your house for a little while?" Dan said nonchalantly, as DJ watched thinking how weird his dad was acting.

Jackie stood on the other end of the phone line confused. "Uh of course. Why?"

Dan said this next part with a straight face, like it was nothing. DJ became concerned. "Our house was robbed."

Jackie listened to her brother in law and also became concerned. "What do you mean robbed?"

Dan shrugged. "Everything is gone."

Jackie was confused. "Gone? Uh Dan I think I'll come over to you. You have called the police haven't you?"

"Well yeah of course Jackie." Dan said in his dopey voice that he used often when talking to Jackie.

When Jackie got to the house she found Dan talking to two police officers. The same two that had arrested him in 1993.

DJ took Jackie aside. "Dad's crazy! He's acting like this is the best thing that's ever happened to him."

Jackie watched Dan talk to the cops. He did seem happy and she even caught the glimpse of a smile on his face. She approached the three men. "Excuse me can I speak to him please, Gil?" The cops nodded and Jackie pulled Dan into the kitchen.

"Dan, why do you find this funny?" Dan looked at Jackie funny.

"I don't find this funny. I find this hilarious. My wife dies; I go to rehab and then when a good job comes my way, and my house is robbed. Oh Boy I knew our family was cursed since the day that Willie Lowman guy died in this kitchen, THIS just proves it, Jackie." Dan pointed at the floor with his pointer finger at the word "This". Jackie watched fearing Dan's sanity.

Dan walked back to the cops. "I'm sorry about this Dan." Said Gil, as the other cop took his camera and started taking pictures of every inch of the house. DJ's bedroom was hit, but not to the extent as Dan's. Jerry's room was untouched, to Dan's delight.

"Anything missing from the garage, Dan?" The other cop asked. Dan shook his head.

"No and thank god too because I'd cry if my Harley was taken from me." Dan said looking directly at Jackie. Jackie watched Dan as he sat down on the kitchen floor with his back to the wall that was behind where the kitchen table usually was.

Jackie sat down next to him. DJ was up stairs putting Jerry to bed, so the two were alone for the most part. "You know, Jacks, if this is what happens to our family when we're broke, I wonder what'd happen if we won the lottery." Jackie looked straight ahead with Dan.

"The odds of you winning the lottery are probably about the same as you cheating on Roseanne when she was still alive." Dan smiled, holding his hands on his knees.

"Alive? I don't think I could see someone else now."

The two sat silently for a few minutes just staring into space on the kitchen floor. Finally Dan sighed deeply and then bent his knees and brought them to his chest. He placed his left hand on his left knee. "I haven't smoked in 25 years and I have been craving a cigarette since my fight with Darlene." Dan said, seriously considering lighting up again.

"That's strange. Maybe it has something to do with all the weight you lost."

Dan looked at Jackie and laughed. "No, that ain't it. No drinking has to do with my weight. I woke up in rehab one day and I noticed something different about me. It took a minute before I realized what: I didn't have a hangover. Now I look at me in the mirror and I have that same feeling." Dan was talking in a way that Jackie hadn't really seen from Dan.

She felt compelled to say something. "You know Dan I got really worried about you a few times." Dan stared at her in a kind way.

"I worried about you too. Roseanne was a big part of your life way before I came along. You gave a great eulogy at her funeral." Jackie cocked her head at Dan.

"Uh Dan, you gave Roseanne's eulogy."

Dan thought about it for a minute. "I did?"

"Yeah you did. You were drunk though."

Dan leaned back. "Oh, the only thing I remember about the funeral is talking to Darlene and coming home. What did I drink? Someone emptied the fridge on me."

Jackie smiled weakly. "Uh that was me. You got a bottle of Jack Daniels from somewhere and downed it in one sitting."

Dan moved his hands a little. "Hey I was wondering where that went. I thought you threw it out while I was in rehab to rid the house of any temptation."

The cops walked into the kitchen and Jackie and Dan stood up from the floor. "Well we went through every room and took pictures, and dusted for finger prints. We didn't find any, but we did figure out how they got in. They came in through your son's room and probably walked downstairs and let the others in."

Dan shook his head. "Do you think it was the same people who robbed the Bowman's?"

The other cop answered. "Possibly but the MO is different."

"Okay is there anything you need me to do?" Dan asked.

Gil answered. "Just sign this and try to get in contact with you insurance company as soon as you can. Uh is there anything we can do for you? Something to eat….?"

Dan shook his head and DJ came downstairs with Jerry. He gave Jerry to Dan. "He won't go to sleep, dad."

Dan put Jerry over his shoulder and then spoke to the cops. "No, we're going to stay with Jackie. Thank you though."

The cops couldn't do anything more so they left. "All right Deej, pack up some clothes for you and your brother. We're going to stay with Jackie for a little while."

DJ listened to his dad and went back up stairs. Dan went to his room and did the same thing. Jackie followed him.

As Dan was putting two pairs of blue jeans in his suitcase, he talked to Jackie. "You know Jackie, those robbers must have been desperate, I mean Roseanne used to say that we didn't need to lock our doors because no one would want our crap or our kids. The one time she's wrong and it's about this." Dan said as he grabbed shirts and threw them in his suitcase.

Jackie decided to share the joke with Dan. "The things they left must be really crappy."

Dan smiled and closed his suitcase harshly. "Oh yes, but it's the most important crap."

Later Dan drove the boys to Bev's house in his truck followed by Jackie. Jackie had left Andy with Bev not wanting to worry about him in an empty house. When they parked in the retirement village's parking lot, Dan had his evil shoulder angel yelling at him to stay and his good angel yelling at him to go in. Finally Dan gave into the good angel and followed Jackie, with Jerry in his arms and DJ staying in the truck.

Bev answered the door and immediately an accusatory look came across her face as she handed Andy to Jackie. "Oh you're together…."

Dan and Jackie both glared at Bev. "What is that supposed to mean, mother?" She said standing right next to Dan.

Bev walked away with her back to Jackie and Dan. "I just mean that there are rumors going around…." She said without looking at either of them.

Dan had been quiet until now. He hadn't spoken to Bev since the day he got out of rehab so he knew his head was still in the noose. But now he couldn't stay quiet.

"Rumors? What are you saying, Bev? That we're…" Dan pointed at Jackie and himself "Seeing each other?" Dan kept his eyes on Bev, while trying very, very hard to conceal the fact that he was blushing. He did care about Jackie and consider her one of his best friends but he didn't think of her in that way.

"Mother, there is nothing going on between me and Dan." Jackie said very sternly.

Bev stared at both of them back. "You do seem to see a lot of each other and I understand that you went to Rodbells together."

Jackie breathed out heavily and shook her head. "Mother. Dan and I are just friends no matter what the rumors say."

Dan looked from Jackie to Bev and back. "Jackie's right, we're just friends."

Bev and Dan locked eyes, and Jackie worried that they were about to break out into a fistfight. Bev wasn't about to lose a battle of words to Dan like she did last time. "I suppose that the robbers just waltzed into your house like it was nothing with the door unlocked…" Bev was testing for Dan's soft spots. This was not one of them, as Dan stayed completely composed and controlled his anger.

"No they came in through DJ's window."

Bev stiffened up but held her ground. "And where were you?"

Dan also held his ground. "We were out having dinner with a friend."

Bev's face changed to curiosity. "Which friend? Perhaps I met them at the diner."

Dan knew what game Bev was playing and decided to play again at an advantage. "No, Bev, you didn't meet them at the diner." Jackie watched them both feeling like Switzerland.

Bev's face changed again. "Oh then who are they? Maybe I've met them somewhere, else."

Dan shook his head. "I can't tell you that, Bev." Dan said knowing that it wouldn't take long for Bev to connect the dots. Jackie knew Dan was inviting Bev to dig her knives into him deeper, so she intervened.

"It's getting late; we really should be going…DAN." She put her hands on Dan and gently guided him out of the door while he held Jerry asleep in his arms.

When they got to Jackie's house, Dan took both the boys and put them to bed into Andy's crib. Dan slept on the couch while DJ slept on the floor.