The women of Wisteria Lane found themselves constantly worrying about their good friend and neighbor. They had each gone to visit her at least twice during the day. Whether they came bearing food, drinks, or just a shoulder for Bree to possibly cry on, the three women felt as if they simply could not do enough for her. This of course, was partly because along with grief, each woman also suffered from a personal battle with guilt. After all, each had assured Bree of her husband's speedy recovery.

Susan Mayer, specifically, could not seem to get the word "widow" out of her mind. Sure, she and Carl were divorced- but when it came down to it he was still there for her. As much as she disliked her ex-husband, she still couldn't imagine life without him.

"Mom…" Julie Mayer interrupted her mother's delicate thought process. "You're zoning out again." The time was now about 7 o'clock, and Susan and her daughter were just finishing dinner.

"Do you think I should go check on Bree again?" As usual, Susan relied on Julie's response.

"Well, how was she the last time you were over there?" Julie asked.

"How do you think…"

"I mean, was she talking to you at all?" she responded.

"Hardly. But I mean, Bree's always pretty quiet." Susan retorted.

"Go over there. The reason she's not talking is probably because she assumes she'll break down. Even if you just sit there silently with her… she needs you."

"How do youknow all of this?" Susan was both impressed and intimidated.

"I've learned it from living with you, mom" she flashed an innocent smile.

Susan smirked, though she saw the truth in her daughter's words. "Yeah well…I'll be back later." clearly, not the best of comebacks.

Susan walked down the street, casually approaching Bree's door- which was immediately answered by Danielle Van De Kamp. "You can't just leave like that, you know-" she began, immediately cutting herself short once she saw who was actually in the doorway. "Mrs. Mayer! I'm really sorry." she seemed surprised. "I um, I thought you were my mom"

"Your mom? You mean she isn't home?" Susan found herself in a state of confusion. She was surprised Bree would even leave the house right now, let alone walk out with no a warning.

"Not exactly…" Danielle motioned for Susan to come inside. "She…well, she tried to talk to me and my brother…and we both said some stuff and-"

"What kind of 'stuff'?" Susan lowered herself down onto her friend's couch.

Danielle shook her head. "Nothing. And I'm not sorry for it either. Well- I mean- I am but not really."

"Nevermind. Sweetie, you don't have to explain anything to me. How long has she been gone for?"

"A few hours maybe." Susan could hear the concern in Danielle's young voice.

"Okay. Well listen to me. I'm sure it's nothing. She's probably just trying to clear her head."

Danielle nodded.

"Where's your brother?" the brunette looked up.

"Upstairs."

"Why don't you go get him. You two can stay at my place until your mom comes home."

"Mrs. Mayer, that's really nice of you to offer, but we're okay." Danielle began, attempting to refuse an offer which she obviously couldn't resist.

"I've even got some leftovers if you're hungry. Nothing I made, so it should be edible." she smiled, completely ignoring the girl's remark.

"Okay." Danielle didn't even smirk at Susan's desperate attempt at humor. "I'll go get Andrew."

Once Danielle was out of view, Susan leaned back against the couch and sighed. To her right she noticed an overturned picture frame. She lifted it to see a photo of Bree and Rex. It must have been at least ten years old. The color a bit faded, the clothing outdated. Susan couldn't help but smile, for she had never seen Bree look so happy. In fact, she couldn't even remember the last time she had seen a genuine smile on her friend's face. Susan gently ran her fingers over the photo; feeling tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "Oh Rex…" she heard herself whisper. Though she and Rex had never been close, she felt as if she had a lost a member of her family.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Danielle attempted to reason with her brother. "Come on Andrew, she's just being nice."

"I don't need a babysitter, okay?" he was clearly disturbed by Susan's gesture.

"Fine. You stay, but I'm leaving. I can't stand being in this house anymore. I mean, all the silence… I don't know why you would even want to be here."

"I don't want to be anywhere." Andrew replied. His voice still.

"Whatever." She simply brushed off her brother's pain. "I'll see you later."

Danielle raced down the stairs, eager to get out of her home.

"Ready?" Susan asked, plastering on a smile.

"Andrew's not coming." Danielle replied, walking out the door in front of Susan.

"Oh…okay? Will he be alright by himself?" she quickened her pace to keep up with Danielle.

"He's fine."

As soon as he heard the door close, Andrew laid back against his bed and gazed up at the ceiling. Of course he would much rather be in the company of Susan and Julie. He wasn't very close with his neighbors, but they were decent people. Andrew wanted nothing more than to escape the confines of his bedroom…but he couldn't go to the Mayer House. Of all places, he just couldn't go there. Susan knew his secret. She saw him that night in the pool with Justin, and he couldn't even bear to look her in the eye, let alone stay in her house. Andrew sighed, closing his eyes. Though he knew he would be haunted by nightmares, he knew he needed to try and get some rest.

As Andrew attempted to escape the harsh reality of life, his neighbor, Lynette Scavo continued to follow her daily routine. She was in the middle of bathing her youngest son when her husband Tom entered the bathroom.

"Phone." he stated.

Lynette just looked at him with a face of disgust. "Sort of in the middle of something here."

"It's Susan- she says its important."

Lynette immediately dried her hands, grabbing the phone from her husband.

"Hello?" Lynette put the phone up to her ear. "What's going on, what's wrong?" She had trained herself to expect the worst.

"Bree's gone."

"Excuse me?" Lynette answered in disbelief.

"I went to check up on her, and Danielle said she had left. I tried her cell, and it's not on. I don't know where she is, Lynette. You have to go look for her."

"Don't you think you're overreacting just a little bit."

"Maybe. But what if I'm not…what if-" Susan's voice sounded somewhat frantic.

"Okay, well can you at least come with me?" Lynette interrupted.

"Lynette, her kids are here…" Susan commented, neglecting to mention that Andrew was actually still home. "I can't leave Julie with that kind of responsibility. I'd say you could go with Gabby, but I don't think this kind of stress would be good for her. I mean with the baby and all…"

"Of course not. I understand…thanks Susan." Lynette hung up the phone, and headed back upstairs to the bathroom. "I've got to um…I've got to… go." she explained, visibly shaken up.

"Where?" replied her husband, confused.

Lynette shrugged. "To wherever Bree is."