"Your father died. You saw a death certificate," Leonard insisted.

"I saw a death certificate for George Looper," Sheldon said huffily. "I knew it was odd! Mother told me whoever did it was new. Now it makes sense!" He pushed his chair back, stood and hastily approached Mr. Cooper, who sat with a woman. "Excuse me," he said loudly, and every customer in the restaurant looked at him. Seeing him approach the specific table, everyone else resumed their dinners.

"What now?" Mr. Cooper sighed.

"Don't you have anything else to say to me?" Sheldon asked harshly. His arms were crossed, his eyes were wide, and Mr. Cooper was looking at him as if he thought he was crazy.

"No."

"You don't!" Sheldon began digging through his jacket pocket. "You don't!" he repeated, and took out a tiny picture. Stuffing his wallet back into his pocket with one hand, he then unfolded the old photo, handing it out to Mr. Cooper, who only took it out of curiosity. Looking down at his own image, his face reflected utter shock.

"How the hell did you get this?"

"Your wife, my mother, gave it to me! The night you abandoned us!"

The woman hastily grabbed her purse, sliding out of the booth and hurrying away.

Mr. Cooper turned the photo over, looking at the back. Then his face tightened in confusion. "Wha-I don't understand. Says here this man is named George. And dead."

"What's your name?"

"Jakob."

"Oh, really? I believe it's your turn to show me a picture."

The man complied, reaching into his own wallet and showing Sheldon his identity card. Sheldon leaned closer, not believing what he saw. "You share his birthday," he informed him. "You must be his twin!"

"So I have a nephew?"

"And a niece, and a grandson."

The man briefly looked away. "Fascinating," he said, totally deadpan - reminding Sheldon so much of himself.

"Now that you're alone, perhaps you would like to join me and my friends."

"Indeed." The man picked up his tray and followed Sheldon. Upon setting his food down he turned and stole a chair from the table behind him.

"You were right, Bernadette," Sheldon said, "Guys, I'd like you to meet my estranged uncle, Jakob."

Soft, tentative hi's and hellos swept throughout the other six.

"Jakob, these are my friends. Bernadette and her husband Howard, Raj, my roommate Leonard and his wife Penny, and my girlfriend Amy."

"Pleased to meet all of you," Jakob said, and abruptly turned his attention back to Sheldon. "I knew Mother was keeping a secret."

"No, no, no," Sheldon denied. "Not my Meemaw."

"Indeed. I never got to make a family tree; she forbade it. I had to go to church every Sunday and ask for forgiveness; I didn't know why, I thought I was a great son...Did your father go to church and pray?"

"Oh, no. Never. He went to bars and drank." Sheldon paused; suddenly a lot of things made sense. "My mother, Mary, tried to get him to attend, and Meemaw always told him there was no god. I'm starting to think they worked together to make him the very opposite of you; effectively decreasing the likelihood of you meeting."

"How? Pressure?"

"And nothing else," Sheldon told him. "I know my mother's insistence upon a god only motivated me further to pursue a career in science."

"They must have hounded him."

"Relentlessly. And they argued every time they were in the same room with him. Upon recollection I feel imprudent, having not taken the hint. They were on good terms, when he wasn't there."

"I'd like to speak to this Mary. And Mother. In the same room."

"I can arrange that."

Jakob nodded politely, all cold confidence gone. "I'd owe you one."

Sheldon blinked at him. "One what?"