Benson appeared as the couples gathered for another skill building task. They'd been told to dress in comfortable clothing appropriate for a hike, but the hike had been cancelled.

"The next item on your itineraries, I'm sorry to say, has been postponed." Benson said.

"Finally, a break." Mike muttered.

"Mmmno," said Benson. "You are to go directly to your counseling session. After speaking with Todd and Tanya, our program's founder thought it best."

While Mike and Katherine's cheeks blushed red, Carlos asked Benson something that everyone had been wondering.

"Who is this program founder you keep mentioning?"

"Yeah, can we meet him? To thank him for this wonderfully grueling week?" Tom joked.

Benson regarded them warily, thinking about it for a moment. "He is a very busy man...but you will see him at some point I'm sure, when the time is right."

Tom shrugged, but then his face lit up. "You know who you remind me of?" Tom exclaimed. "The host of a murder mystery dinner party!"

Gabrielle gasped and grinned, giving Tom a congratulatory slap on the arm like she'd been trying to find the same words to describe Benson all along. Benson stared at Tom.

"I'm just saying," Tom continued. "You'd be a natural."

"I'll...take that as a compliment." said Benson, as dry as ever.

* * *

Bree sat, sullen, beside Orson. Their counselor had no other duty that week than to counsel his one assigned couple, so the success of the program was very important to him. He wanted to know what Bree's problem was.

"Bree. Why won't you talk to Orson?"

"Because I don't care."

"I don't believe that. If you don't care, then why are you here?"

"Because I wanted a vacation."

"You could have vacationed anywhere." the counselor countered. "If your business is as successful as you claim it to be. So why are you here? Why with Orson?"

"It wasn't just with Orson, the discount was for my friends."

"They could have found someone else. Maybe, like me, they sensed you did still really care."

Bree smiled defiantly, having none of it. "You're not going to break me." she declared smugly.

"It's not about breaking you, Bree. I'm only trying to help."

"You'll be paid either way, won't you? Whether you help us or not."

"Actually...I'm not paid at all. I'm on vacation too. The work I do here is pro bono, and I care very deeply about the outcome of every relationship I counsel."

Bree's smile faltered for a second. "Fine. Since you seem to know so much about how I'm feeling, why don't you tell me what my problem is?"

The counselor looked at Bree, eyes narrrowing at her challenge. "I think you cheated on Orson, and the man you'd taken up with recently betrayed you. Now you're too scared to leave the marriage you've been trying to get out of because now you have nowhere to go."

Bree's smugness was gone. The counselor, by some bizarre coincidence, had pegged her anxieties exactly. She turned pale, and she knew after reacting this way there would be no denying it any longer. On the other side of the couch, Orson was shell shocked, staring at Bree and wishing he hadn't seen her face change the way it had. He was still trying to make sense of the counselor's explanation as well as why Bree wasn't denying any of it. Bree seemed to regain control, snapping back to reality a few seconds too late. Her own shock quickly turned to anger. She stood suddenly, glaring at the counselor.

"I will not sit here and listen to this...quack tell me what I'm feeling." she announced to Orson, even though she couldn't look at him. She stormed out, leaving Orson to stare at the counselor alone.

"How did you know?" Orson asked darkly.

The counselor looked a bit shocked himself. "I...I didn't. I was guessing. I was just trying to get her angry enough to talk!"

"Well." Orson said, standing slowly. He had no wish to catch up to Bree anytime soon. "I guess she didn't have to."

* * *

Down the path, another shocking revelation was about to take place. Mike took a deep breath, knowing that this was it. He knew this would be the end of Mike and Katherine. "I wish..." he said, turning away from Katherine when he saw the hope in her eyes. He couldn't say it to her face. He looked at the counselor instead, making his confession. "I wish I was here with Susan."

This is it, thought Katherine. There was no going back now. He'd made his choice. Still, it didn't feel good, or freeing. It just felt incredibly sad. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Katherine stood and walked to the door.

"Mrs. Delfino - !" the counselor called after her, wanting her to stay and talk it out.

"Don't call me that!" Katherine snapped as she walked away.

"Let her go." Mike said, sitting back on the couch and sighing. "There's nothing left to talk about."

*

Katherine broke into a jog on her way to the suite, and she almost ran right into Orson. He caught her in his arms, and up close he saw tears spilling down her cheeks.

"I'm going to Sunset Island." she told him, pouting defiantly lest he try to stop her. "I'm going to Sunset Island, and I'm going to drink and dance until I can't even remember his name."

Orson didn't try to stop her. He barely reacted, other than to ask her:

"Can I come with you?"

* * *

"And how did that make you feel? Seeing Mike and Katherine fighting about feelings of jealousy?"

"Um...uncomfortable..." said Gabrielle. "Kind of annoyed...I mean, this is why I do yoga alone, on my porch." she added with a laugh. Once again, the counselor did not laugh with her. Instead, the counselor turned to her husband.

"Carlos?"

Carlos had his eyes narrowed at the woman. Gabrielle looked from her husband to the counselor and back again.

"I know where you're going with this." Carlos said. "And I'm gonna say....screw it. Let's share. I still worry sometimes that Gabrielle will cheat on me again."

Gabrielle's jaw dropped. The counselor smiled at Carlos.

"That's good, Carlos. Gabrielle, your turn."

"No!" Gabrielle said. "You don't get to do that, we said no affair talk!"

"Sorry, Gabby, I had to say it."

"Fine." said Gabrielle. "You hooking up with Edie was the worst thing you've ever done to me."

"That wasn't an affair, you were with Victor! How do you think that made me feel?"

"Appropriately awful! Does the name Xiao Mei ring any bells?"

"Which of course brings us back to John Rowland."

"Which brings us back to square one!" Gabrielle exclaimed. "I don't like square one, Carlos! It's embarrassing, and painful, and we are so beyond it. We're at square...five thousand now!"

"The affairs may be history, but Carlos' jealousy is not." the counselor reminded Gabrielle.

"But I like his jealousy." Gabrielle argued. "That's how I know he still cares."

"What if he wants to change?"

"He can't. And even if he could, I won't let him. Watch this." Gabrielle turned to Carlos and looked him in the eye. "Benson was checking me out this morning."

"Gabby...I'm pretty sure Benson is gay."

"What about Todd? You saw how he was touching all the girls. He pinched my butt."

"Bull."

"You don't believe me?!"

"If it happened you would have told me already! Unless you enjoyed it..." Carlos trailed off with a frown. Gabrielle smiled. "See?" she said to the counselor, as if it were perfectly healthy.

* * *

"This just feels so good, getting it all out in the open like this!" said Lynette.

"I'm glad to hear that!" said her counselor.

That was ten minutes before all hell broke loose. It started slowly, as they got deeper and deeper into their confessions. Before they knew it they were bringing up the ancient past, trying to assign blame instead of sharing feelings.

"If we hadn't had to fire him, he wouldn't have opened his own restaurant, which almost put us out of business before it burned down, which we still never recovered from because of the bad press and - "

"Rick's restaurant wouldn't have burned down if that woman's demon spawn hadn't told our twins to torch it!"

"Demon spawn?! Okay, obviously this was a mistake." said Tom.

"Tom, I know she was your daughter, but it's not as if you ever became close."

"Why is that, Lynette? Is it because her mom was gunned down and she knew you didn't give a crap about her?"

"I tried! You know I tried."

"Her mother was dead! Trying wasn't good enough!"

Lynette froze. "Oh my god." she said, her voice leaving her as she became emotional. "Oh my god, you still blame me."

Tom looked away from her. He'd lost his temper, and he regretted saying what he did, but she'd attacked him first.

"You knew how guilty I felt after that day." Lynette went on, her voice so high because she was trying to keep from crying. "The only comfort I had was knowing you didn't blame me."

"I don't blame you."

"You miss her, though."

"Kayla? Of course I do."

"No, Nora. You miss Nora."

Tom was quiet, silence building, until he said "She was a nice girl, Lynette. I know why you didn't get along with her, but she was always nice to me. And she was the mother of my first child, a child I don't get to see anymore because her mother died and she couldn't handle being around you. So yes, I miss Nora. Sometimes."

Lynette covered her face with her hands and started to cry. "I'm sorry." she squeaked. "I can't do this anymore."

* * *

No one was talking to each other before dinner. Gabrielle and Lynette walked next to each other, silent, with Tom and Carlos behind them as they made their way to the restaurant. Added to their misery was the knowledge that their dinner companions would probably be even more mopey than they were. When they entered the dining area, however, they found not four but only two of their friends. Bree and Mike sat across from each other, and yet they sat alone without their spouses beside them.

"Where are Katherine and Orson?" Lynette asked right away. She had no patience left, and she didn't like the looks Bree and Mike had on their faces - sullen, guilty looks, as if they'd been called to the principal's office for disrupting class.

Mike shrugged. Bree looked down and sipped her water.

"Ya don't know?" Gabrielle said, repeating Mike's shrug back to him verbally. "You're all aware that the chef won't serve us unless our entire party is present, right?"

"How do you not know where they are?" said Lynette, the tension in her voice equal to Gabby's. "Where have you been all afternoon?"

"Look," said Mike. "Our last sessions with the counselor didn't go so well. I think Katherine just needed some time to herself."

"So you let her disappear?" asked Gabrielle. She turned to Bree. "What about Orson?"

Bree looked up, but only for a moment. None of them had any idea what she was going through, and her behavior wasn't just confusing them - it was starting to piss them off.

"What, you're not talking to us anymore either?" Gabrielle said, temper rising.

"Gabby." Carlos said quietly.

"No, I'm sick of their attitude!" she said loudly, pouting at Bree and Mike. They said nothing to defend themselves. "Well if you aren't going to look for them, I guess we'll have to. Come on, Lynette."

Lynette looked at Bree and Mike with a similar regard, and then turned to Tom and Carlos.

"Why don't you guys stay here. We'll be back as soon as we can."

*

Gabrielle and Lynette hot-footed it back to their suites, barging into Mike and Katherine's room first.

"As far as I can tell, all her stuff is still here." said Lynette. "She hasn't left the island, at least."

Gabrielle left Lynette to keep looking for clues, walking down the short path to Bree and Orson's room.

"Lynette!" Gabrielle shouted harshly not too long after that. Lynette jogged to meet her. When Lynette entered the room, she saw Gabrielle holding a hand written note.

"Lynette, Tom: I'm sorry." Gabrielle read aloud. "It seems the rift between Bree and I is beyond repair. We could no longer lie to our counselor, and the same goes for Katherine and Mike. We've left Sunrise Island to find a more welcoming place. We don't belong in a place for couples." Gabrielle's shoulders sagged as she lowered the note to her side and looked at Lynette. "Rip my heart out, why don't you." she said quietly.

"So they did leave the island..." Lynette said slowly.

"But not the resort itself." said Gabrielle, puzzled.

"...Sunset Island!" They said in unison.

*

Mike and Bree looked up when Lynette and Gabrielle stalked back into the dining room. They looked up at them, almost hopeful, but the blonde and the brunette hadn't returned with company.

"We're going to Sunset Island!" Gabrielle declared with mock excitement. Her body language shifted quickly back to pissed, and Tom, Carlos, Bree and Mike all looked on in confusion. "According to this note," Gabrielle went on. "Orson and Katherine felt they didn't belong here with the couples because Bree and Mike are stupid and made them feel bad."

"They call us stupid in the note?" asked Mike.

"No!" said Gabrielle. "But it's obviously your fault, if they're gone and you're just sitting there like it doesn't matter!"

"They went there together?" Bree asked. She was suspicious, having witnessed how friendly Orson and Katherine had gotten lately. It was paranoia; she'd been straying, and she was afraid that Orson would want to get his revenge.

"It's fine if you don't want to tell us why," said Lynette. "We get it - you two didn't want to come here in the first place. But we have to find them, tonight. If we show up without them tomorrow morning, they'll kick us out. All of us."

"Yeah, and what if they got lost, or hurt?" said Gabrielle. "You heard Benson, Sunset is strictly forbidden. It's not like there's a ferry you can take. They probably stole a canoe and paddled there in the dark!"

"...Which...is...what we're going to have to do." Lynette added, nodding slowly as it sunk in.

*

Benson watched their discussion from the kitchen. Two of their party were missing, and it was no surprise to him which ones. He waited a few seconds, then walked over to them.

"Is everything...alright?" asked Benson as he grew near. The four standing next the table turned, startled.

"Everything's fine!" Gabrielle said, smiling brightly.

When Benson turned to look at Mike and Bree, Gabrielle and Lynette gave them severe warning looks over his shoulder.

"Mrs. Delfino and Mr. Hodge will be joining you soon, won't they?" Benson asked them.

"Katherine's not feeling well." Mike said, sticking with his original story. "She probably got what I had yesterday."

Yeah, the urge to flee the rest of them thought in unison. Benson turned to Bree. She looked like she was about to spill the beans, but behind Benson's head, Gabrielle, Lynette, Carlos and Tom all pleaded silently with her to make something up and give them some time to look for Orson and Katherine.

"Orson's just taking a little nap." said Bree. "That's his routine at home, an afternoon nap. It keeps the grumpies away." she added a tinkling laugh at the end of her lie, and she hoped it would help sell it to Benson. He watched her closely, as if he didn't believe a word of it, but he smiled eventually. Everyone exhaled, relieved.

"Well." said Benson. "I'll leave you all to it then."

Gabrielle watched Benson go, making sure he was still within ear shot when she all but shouted:

"Gosh, I'm still full from lunch. I don't know about you guys, but I don't think I could eat dinner even if Katherine and Orson weren't in their rooms just taking a nap."

Benson stopped, and slowly turned around to look at them.

"Yeah," Tom chimed in. "I'm still stuffed."

Carlos yawned loudly. "I'm tired, too. Like Orson."

With eyebrows raised just so, Benson turned and kept walking, going to stand by the maitre'd. Mike rolled his eyes at their obvious behavior, getting up from his seat when Bree did. They all filed out, Gabrielle and Carlos in the lead followed by Lynette and Tom. They passed Benson on their way to the door, and he received nervous smiles from these first four. Mike walked by next with his head bowed, looking very frustrated. Bree was the last. She looked ashamed, having been put in her place by Gabrielle's accusation. Benson put his arm out, touching Bree gently on the elbow as she passed. Bree froze, taken by surprise. Benson looked her in the eye, and Bree felt even more exposed.

"Have a good night." Benson said cryptically. Bree wasn't sure what he meant, and she was sure she only felt nervous because of the situation and the lies they told. It was like he knew what they were up to, but didn't want to get them in trouble. Plus, Benson was just naturally kind of creepy, so there was that too. Bree broke eye contact, tucked her hair behind her ear and awkwardly pulled away from Benson's gentle yet strangely intimate grasp.