Bree, Susan, Gabi, and Tom sat nervously in the Scavo's living room. The kids were at Mrs. McCluskey's house, and the adults were waiting for Lynette to come back from the store, where Tom had oh-so-cleverly sent her so that he and the women would have time to prepare for the intervention.

The four heard the car pull into the driveway, then a few seconds later the door opened and Lynette entered. Without looking up, she set the bag she was carrying on the kitchen counter, along with her purse, and started talking. "I didn't know what kind of ice cream you wanted, because, well, you didn't tell me, so I just g-" She glanced up. "Oh. What's going on?" She fiddled nervously with the car keys she still held as she looked at each of their worried faces in turn.

"You should sit." said Tom.

"I'm fine standing!" She snapped back. "Now, what is going on?"

Tom was the first to speak. "They told me about the Ritalin. And I just want to say that, first of all, I'm not judging you for it. I'm worried about you, we all are."

Susan jumped in. "I know you think that the pills are helping you, but they're not. That's why we want you to get help."

"Because we care about you, and, quite frankly, if this keeps up it will kill you." said Bree in a calm but high-pitched voice.

"Oh, come on, Bree. You're not really one to talk, what with your little drinking problem. So don't act all high and mighty, like you're better than be, because you're not, you're just being hypocritical." Lynette said in a sneering tone. Bree stared, shocked and hurt, and Gabi quickly intervened.

"It's okay Lynette, you don't have to get all defensive about it and say things that you don't mean."

"But I do mean it. I always mean what I say, Gabrielle. Unlike you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Okay, stop." Tom spoke up, not wanting to make the situation even worse. Meanwhile, Susan wisely stayed silent and out of Lynette's line of fire. "This is not about Bree or Gabi, it's about you, Lynette."

"Well, maybe I don't want this. Maybe I want you all to just leave me alone and let me live my life."

"We're not just going to leave you alone. We'll bother you for as long as it takes to get this fixed." said Susan.

"Fine." Lynette grabbed her purse, strode to the door, and flung it open. "Fine. If you won't leave me, then I'll leave you!" Before any of the others could grasp what was going on, she had climbed into the car and turned on the ignition.

"Oh, crap." Tom ran to the door towards the car, followed by the three women. Lynette backed the car quickly into the street, then floored the gas pedal. The car screeched off, leaving Tom in the dust as he ran up the street after it. After a bit he stopped running. Hands on his knees, panting, he muttered "What do we do now?"

Lynette was livid. How dare they? It was bad enough that they broke into her house, now they were making a huge deal out of nothing. How dare they?

She had slowed down to the speed limit, knowing that getting caught by the police for speeding was the last thing she need right now. As she drove, angry thoughts continued to swirl in her head, distracting her from her driving and causing her to come disturbingly close to hitting another car.

She knew that she shouldn't have run off like that. She knew that her husband and her friends were right. She thought of her kids. I wonder what Tom will tell them? As much as she wanted to, she couldn't go back now, because that would be admitting defeat, and she didn't want to give in so quickly.

So she drove on, and ended up at a motel in someplace she'd never been to before. Tired, she checked in. She would fix her problem later; for now, she wanted rest.

As Lynette lay in the dreary motel room, she realized that she was truly screwed. She wanted her kids and her husband and her friends and her house. She didn't even have her Ritalin with her. What she did have was her credit cards in her purse and two bags of groceries in the car, so at least there was money and food. At least that should last long enough for her to figure everything out.

Back on Wisteria Lane, the women were trying to comfort Tom while figuring out what to do. So far, they had contacted Mrs. McCluskey and had asked her to keep the kids for the night, citing "an unforeseen situation" which wasn't a lie as no one had anticipated that Lynette would run away.

"We could just call the police. Tell them that Lynette's a danger to herself so they should go look for her." said Susan from her place on the sofa.

"That would only make the situation even worse than it already is." replied Bree.

Gabi gave a very un-Gabi-like snort. "I don't think that's possible. There is no way it could get worse."

"That's where you're wrong." Bree stood. "See, Lynette doesn't keep the pills in her purse, therefore she doesn't have them now. It would get worse if she managed to get a hold of Ritalin. Besides, if we call the police and they find her then she'll get even more mad at us because sending the police would be like saying that we don't trust her."

Susan rolled her eyes. "Well, we don't trust her, so why does it even matter?"

"Because she's going to come back. I know it."

Tom looked up. "You really think so?"

"Yes. All we have to do is wait."