Bob buried himself deep under the covers of his bed. The door was locked to keep Gene away. He just wanted to be alone. He just wanted to end everything then and there. Hanging himself was out because Tina had all but moved into Louise's room. She had endured enough the past two weeks. She didn't need to find his body on top of everything else. The restaurant and apartment were only two stories. He didn't think that would be enough to kill him unless he calculated the fall just right. It was the pills, the gun, or the ocean. The gun seemed like the best bet since the pills could be stopped if somebody found him in time. Somebody could stop him from jumping or trying to drown himself. With the gun it would be over in a second. Over in a second. He wouldn't suffer. Louise had suffered. So, he deserved to suffer as well.

His phone buzzed and he let out a wail. Fearing it was bad news about one of the Pesto boys or Millie. Rudy and Ms. Labonz had both been released from the hospital. Ollie was improving but remained critical. Andy was now classified as stable, but they were keeping him sedated until he could be with Ollie. Stable or not, Bob knew that if Ollie died. Andy would die too.

Millie was another story. That poor girl had completely lost her mind. He didn't understand why they stopped medicating her so soon or why they sent her back to school already. Even before Louise's death it was apparent that Millie Frock had some serious psychological issues, but after her friend died. She should have probably still been in the hospital. The last thing Bob heard about her was that she was sedated again. Before being sedated she had insisted that Andy and Ollie were just playing, and that Louise was alive. Ms. Frock had made one lone post in the group chat. That there was a good chance Millie would be institutionalized for the rest of her life.

Bob leaned over and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. He was shocked first by the fact his phone was ringing. The sympathy calls had greatly slowed since the funeral. People were already forgetting to check in. Secondly, he was shocked to discover it was morning. The last thing he remembered was getting home from therapy. Had he really lost that much time?

"Hello?" Bob greeted weakly.

"Robert Belcher?" An unfamiliar voice questioned.

"Yes" Bob replied.

"This is David Mathias from the law firm of Franks and Lamont." David replied.

"Shit Linda got a divorce lawyer already?" Bob gasped.

"No uh this firm is handling your daughter's case." David clarified.

"Oh God! Yeah, I was supposed to meet with Joanne today." Bob groaned.

"Yes, uh I am sorry that is has to be so soon, but Mr. Pesto's attorney wants this case to move forward quickly. Apparently, he claims that Mr. Pesto has been through enough already." David explained.

"No, I want it over with too. I just. Yesterday was bad." Bob sighed.

"Mr. Belcher I cannot imagine what you must be going through. Joanne is going to work hard to ensure your daughter gets justice, but this cannot be easy to go through alone. Should I call your ex-wife down in Florida?" David questioned.

"We are still married but she. She took the loss hard. She has not been sober since we left the hospital, and she hates me. Call her for you know the legal stuff she has to be a part of, but I know she won't help me." Bob explained.

"Mr. Belcher do you have anyone?" David asked.

"My dad and my best friend." Bob sighed.

"It's unconventional but bring them. You do not need to face this alone." David explained.

Bob answered a few more of David's questions. Before dragging himself out of bed. He stumbled to the bathroom and noticed himself in the mirror. He looked like hell. His eyes were red and puffy with heavy bags hanging underneath them. He wondered if tear stains could be permanent. Even though only two weeks had passed. His face already showed the effects of his rapid weight loss. He splashed some water on his face and opened the cabinet to get his toothbrush. He was shocked to discover that not only had every bottle of pills been removed, but also his razor. He let out a sigh and after brushing his teeth stumbled to the closet. Apparently, he had fallen asleep at some point the night before, because the dowl in his closet had now been removed. In its place were a series of command hooks hung low. Annoyed he picked out clothes and headed to the kitchen. He noticed the knives were gone. Big Bob and Teddy sat at the table. They had been talking quietly but shut up once they saw him.

"Uh what the hell happened here last night?" Bob demanded.

"Bobby the doctor talked to me last night when I came to pick you guys up. She told me that you were suicidal. So last night after we got home. I called Teddy and we made a few changes. To make the apartment safer for you." Big Bob explained.

"What about doctor patient confidentiality?" Bob spat.

"It's different when somebody makes a direct threat to their lives or somebody else's." Big Bob replied, Elena had explained it to him the night before, but he was so distracted by the news that his son wanted to die. Nothing else really sunk in.

"So, she knows I am in hell, and she can't just let me be free?" Bob cried.

"Bobby, I know this is hard, but you have to think about Tina and Gene." Big Bob pleaded.

"I guess I have to think about Louise too." Bob sighed.

"What do you mean?" Teddy asked.

"The lawyer called. Jimmy Pesto's lawyer wants us to get a move on the case. I have to meet with her this afternoon. We will go to trial ASAP." Bob explained.

Bob was relieved that Teddy and Big Bob were able to go to the lawyer with him. Tina and Gene were still in school when they left but would get out before they returned. Bob arranged for them to have some normalcy. Tina would be going out with Zeke again and Gene would be going over to Alex's for the first time since the accident. He was grateful the kids seemed to be adapting so well to their new normal. He knew they were devastated but they just seemed to be miles ahead of him already. Big Bob parked the car but had to step away to answer a call from the diner. Teddy extended his hand, Bob reached out and accepted the offer. They walked into the building together. Teddy made desperate attempts to get him to crack a smile. They were led to an office on the second floor. A woman with shoulder length red hair sat behind the desk.

"Hello Mr. Belcher, I am Joanne Lamont." Joanne greeted.

"Yes, we spoke on the phone." Bob muttered.

"Hello Joanne, I am Teddy." Teddy introduced.

"Yes, you are Bob's best friend." Joanne recalled. "Let me first say how sorry I am for your loss." Joanne said.

"Thank you" Bob whispered.

"I am going to push for the maximum sentence for Mr. Popolopovich. Unfortunately, that is only twenty years with a two hundred thousand dollar fine." Joanne explained.

"Why the hell can't he get life?" Bob demanded.

"Vehicular homicide charges generally don't carry the same weight as a general homicide charge. I am sorry." Joanne apologized.

"Just promise me he would not be able to count his time for his actions at the capital as time served." Bob pleaded.

"Trust me that is not going to happen." Joanne assured.

"My wife Linda she doesn't want anything to do with me or this. Will that impact anything?" Bob asked.

"No but we have reached out to her." Joanne replied.

"I said horrible things to Louise before she died. Will that impact it?" Bob questioned.

"No because every statement I have seen so far states that Louise only stepped in front of the car to save her siblings." Joanne assured.

"Will Tina and Gene have to appear in court?" Bob questioned.

"Unfortunately, they will need to testify. That being said due to the circumstances and them being minors. I am willing to allow them to produce written testimonies to be presented to the judge." Joanne explained.

"Thank you" Bob replied, relieved that the children would be spared appearing in court if they so choose.

Tina shifted nervously in her seat. Zeke had been wanting to try Boba and she happened to have a free drink on her punch card. She had babysat Kendra a lot over the summer and then taken a job watching Peggy's niece Lainey. Since Peggy's daughter had taken a job at Fresh Feed. She had taken Gene and Louise for Boba a lot over the summer and quickly earned free drinks. She had planned on taking Louise for Boba the day after the accident. To make up for her having to work. After Louise died, she remembered throwing the card under her dresser. She never wanted to see it again, but Zeke was so excited about it, and he had been so kind to her through everything, then he saved her life the day before. She owed him everything. She briefly returned to the empty apartment trying not to think about the fact that Bob was at the lawyer's office. Being the case regarding Louise's demise. She quickly retrieved the card from under the dresser. Before walking with Zeke to the Boba place. She couldn't help but smile at Zeke laughing like a little kid as he munched on the Boba balls. The door opened and Tammy entered with Jocelyn. Tina was shocked when Tammy approached them. Tammy had been avoiding her like the plague since she returned to school.

"Tina!" Tammy called.

"Yeah?" Tina replied nervously.

"Look first I am sorry about Louise. That has to be the worst." Tammy apologized.

"Yeah, I mean she was a kid and she died." Jocelyn commented.

"Thank you" Tina muttered.

"Secondly, I was supposed to babysit Chloe Barbash on Friday, but I totally forgot we have an extra cheer practice. So would you take my place?" Tammy offered.

"Oh, uh I well we do need the money. Dad could only stay open two hours yesterday and he didn't open today. Sure." Tina rambled.

"Thank you!" Tammy cried before heading off to join the popular girls.

Gene lay on Alex's bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. Alex was going on and on about some new robot movie. Normally Gene would have been equally excited but today he couldn't focus. Actually, since the accident he just wasn't interested in robots or wizards. He just wanted Louise back. Alex took a seat on the bed and placed his hand on Gene's shoulder.

"How are you holding up?" Alex asked.

"I miss her" Gene admitted.

"Do you want to talk?" Alex offered.

"No" Gene replied.

"Do you want to go do something else?" Alex offered.

"No" Gene replied.

"Does your arm hurt?" Alex asked.

"Yeah" Gene replied.

"Look Gena I don't know how to handle this. My mom gave me a book that told me things to say but I don't know." Alex explained.

"I don't know how to handle it either." Gene admitted.

"What do you mean?" Alex asked.

"Being the kid with the dead sister." Gene sighed.

"Yeah, that would be rough." Alex admitted.

"It's like everybody treats me differently. Kids who used to ignore me suddenly are trying way too hard to be my friend, but the kids who I thought were my friends. suddenly they want nothing to do with me." Gene explained.

"They probably just don't know what to say." Alex offered.

"They don't have to say the right thing. I just wish they would talk to me." Gene sighed.

"Maybe they are more worried about saying the wrong thing?" Alex suggested.

"At this point I would even take the wrong thing." Gene confessed.

Linda stumbled to the living room of her parents' house. She was out of wine, and they had gone out for the evening. They had taken the car and she didn't know her way around the town yet. Going to get some for herself was not an option. She was beginning to sober up. She could not get sober. Sobriety meant remembering and remembering meant pain. She fumbled around the kitchen desperately searching for anything alcoholic. There was nothing. Defeated she stumbled back to the room she was sharing with Gayle. She discovered a bottle of pills sitting on Gayle's desk. She knew they were anti-depressants. She studied the recommended dosage. She grabbed two pills and swallowed them down. It was better but she still felt too much. She took another pill. She desperately wanted more but knew Gayle would get suspicious if too many were gone. She needed her own pills. She dialed the number for the therapist who had been recommended to her.

"Thank you for calling Dr. McCoy's office. He is out of the office at the moment. Please leave a message." A monotone voice informed her.

"Hello this is Linda Belcher. My daughter is dead. I need anti-depressants." Linda pleaded.