The next day Dan woke up, stood up, walked out of the door and saw a few patients who weren't even dressed yet sitting at the tables. A few were reading newspapers, but the others were just sitting there doing nothing in particular. He made his bed, and walked to the tables and sat down.

Then something terrible came over him. He started shaking horribly and felt like crap. For the first time in his life he NEEDED a drink. THAT'S IT. I AM AN ALCOHOLIC. He thought to himself.

At the Conner house, Becky woke up and rolled out of bed careful to not wake up Mark. She walked down the stairs and found Darlene stirring a pot of oatmeal. Darlene watched her walk into the kitchen and pore herself a cup of coffee. Darlene chuckled to herself.

"What's so funny Darlene?" Becky asked, not seeing what could possibly be funny at a time like this.

"The way you went straight to the coffee maker. It reminded me of dad the morning after I bailed him out of jail."

Becky froze for a second. "Did you just say you bailed Dad out of jail?"

Darlene look go of the pot of oatmeal and pointed a finger at Becky. With a sarcastic tone she said; "Oh yeah, you weren't living in the house when that happened. Dad went to jail, and mom had me bail him out. I wish they let me take a camera in that place because the look on Dads face when he saw I was the one to bail him out was priceless."

Becky stared at her sister. "Why was Dad in jail in the first place?"

Darlene smiled. "That my dear Becky is something you should ask him yourself."

Jerry started crying and Becky started to walk, but Darlene stopped her. "I'll take care of him, you finish the oatmeal."

Dan sat on the bed in his shared room. Nurse Intman handed him medicine. "This will stop the shaking."

He took the pills and the water. "Thank you." He said and laid down. He closed his eyes and waited for the shaking to stop. When it finally stopped, he stayed there until an orderly told him he had a visitor.

In the visiting room he found his dad, with a concerned look on his face, sitting at a table. Dan sat down in front of Ed.

"Why'd you come here dad?"

Ed put his hand on his sons. "I heard what happened. When I called the hospital and asked for you they directed me to the psychiatric ward and some lady explained to me what happened."

Dan got a faraway look on his face. He could've said a lot of different things to his dad but he chose, "I'm an alcoholic dad."

Dan had tears in his eyes and Ed went around the table and hugged his son. "I'm sorry son…"

"I can't go home until tomorrow dad." Dan cried softly.

"I know how that feels." Ed said, looking down at Dan for a change.

"It was a drunk driver, dad. A drunk driver killed Roseanne." Dan found himself sounding like a little kid.

"I'm sorry, Danny, I really am."

Dan and Ed stayed like that until an orderly came. Dan went through the whole schedule the rest of the day in a blur. Was it the drugs they gave him? Probably not.

When it was his turn for individual therapy, Dan met with Dr. John and had some questions.

"What do I do now doc? I am an alcoholic." Dan asked.

"That's up to you. You can always take the steps you need to get sober."

Dan buried his face in his hands and sat leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "How could I get this bad? Why didn't Roseanne see it and make me quit drinking? Why?"

The doctor got up from his desk and moved to the chair next to Dan. He put his hands on Dan's shoulder.

"I never met Roseanne. I can't answer that."

"I have a baby at home. He's not even a year old yet…"

"The better a reason to get sober."

Dan's session was up and he went to his room. Screw the schedule he just wanted to go home. He fell asleep on the bed.

He woke up to Dr. John shaking him. "Dan. I'm releasing you."

Dan was still groggy, and it took a few minutes for those words to register. The doctor continued, "If you want to come back after you're wife's funeral I can arrange for that, on the basis of your insurance company."

Dan looked at Dr. John. He smiled weakly. "What about that other stuff? The shaking?"

"I will write a prescription for pills that will help you get past that. Meanwhile take these." The doctor gave Dan pills and Dan swallowed them without water.

The doctor left and Dan packed, got dressed and made his bed. He walked out of the room to find Dr. John talking to the other patients. When he saw Dan, he came over and handed Dan a prescription and his wedding ring in a Ziploc bag with his shoelaces.

"Thank you, Doc." Dan said as a man opened the door and Dan walked out as the patients told him bye.