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-You have a boyfriend? -Yes.

Ephram Brown, meet Colin Hart.

-Ask Dad to help Colin, huh? -Just talk to him.

-I don´t know what to say. -What´s that mean?

One day, you seem to hate me, the next you still hate me.

And other days you just hate me.

Guess you wanna be your son´s friend but he needs a parent.

-How do you know that? -He´s testing you.

You are failing the test.

-You asked your father, right? -He said no.

IRV: The Everwood Pine Cone...

...independent daily press since May 21st, 1985.

The day Mr. R.F. Davenport...

...bought what was even then an antique printing press...

...hell-bent on single-handedly spreading

whatever small town news there was...

...each and every day.

Everyone thought he was crazy.

But 5999 issues later,

he hasn´t missed a single delivery.

The Everwood Pine Cone.

Everwood´s own bastion of journalistic integrity...

...and chowder recipes.

ANDY: Come on, kiddo, time for bed.

I think I know what it means to miss New York.

And then I read the Pine Cone.

The Might Be Giants are playing Central Park in two hours.

I don´t think you´re gonna make it.

That´s alright. I can stay here and enjoy...

...free skate sharpening...

...at Walters´ Ice and Laundry Rink.

-You think somebody´s inside? -Take her.

I´ll check it out.

Hello?

Anybody here?

[CRASH]

Stay back.

It might have a gun.

You forgot to buy milk.

From folly comes inspiration.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

-Good morning. -Hey, Nina.

Cookies. Made a big batch last night.

A little too big for Sam, so you luck out.

-No cookies for breakfast. -You´re having ice cream.

You make a strong point.

Did, uh, you know there´s a small deer on your front porch?

Took two hours and four broken lamps to get it outta the house.

I consider the porch a victory.

What is this, a sit-in?

Go on, scat.

Shoo.

Get out of here.

-You see him? -You mean her. No antlers.

-Deer have antlers? -Mm-hm. Poor thing.

Most pussytoes and the skunkbush die off in winter.

They have to come down to lower altitudes for food.

Don´t usually make it into town, but it happens.

We should reward her ambition. Call Animal Control?

I wouldn´t bother. They usually wander back on their own.

Until then, it´s welcome to our garbage,

which you are welcome to take out.

-You forgot to buy juice too. -Eat your cookie.

Hey there.

A little lost?

Tell me about it.

Want some more?

[KIDS CHATTERING]

[SNEEZES]

-God bless you. -Why´d you say that?

-You sneezed. -So? I don´t believe in God.

What do you mean you don´t believe in God? Everyone does.

It´s like Santa, they tell kids about God to get them to bed...

-...or stop picking their scabs. -Then who made everything?

So I don´t know, but not God. He isn´t real.

-Well, I believe in him. -Oh, yeah? Where is he?

Everywhere. Heaven.

Prove it. If there´s a God, why doesn´t he knock this cup?

My dad says you can´t prove there´s a God...

-...you just have to have faith. -Oh, yeah? Your dad´s poor.

-There´s no God and that´s it. -Yes, there is.

-No, there isn´t. MISS VIOLET: Stop it, you two.

Arnie, go sit with the girls.

There´s a pot of the paint you like eating.

Delia, are you starting fights again?

I just had a question.

-About God. -What´s the question, Delia?

How do you prove there´s a God?

Well, seeing as how we´re approaching the Hanukkah...

...let´s say your people believe in God because of the oil.

The what?

Way back in something-something before Christ--

Who your people don´t believe in.

The Hebrews were chased out of their land again.

But when they returned, there was only enough oil...

...to light their lamp for one day.

They said the heck with it and used it. It turned out...

...the oil that was enough for one day...

...lasted eight whole days.

If you don´t mind, those pine boughs

aren´t going to glitter themselves.

[MISS VIOLET SIGHS]

I need to consult you.

I don´t think I´m qualified to advise anyone now.

Oh, this is your specialty. I need some reading material.

Thought I´d give one of your comics a whirl.

I thought girls like beauty magazines and books on ponies.

It´s for Colin. I finished reading him Call of the Wild.

I need something easy on the eyes.

Come on. Lend me one, please?

Well...

...we have an assortment of manga imports.

Japanese non-linear storytelling might be a bit much for him.

Or Green Lantern. Traditional, good triumphs over evil stuff.

Perfect. Thank you.

I saw you in Mrs. Lippman´s office, what was that about?

Oh, that? Well, apparently my serve is off.

She noticed you broke the record, right?

Longest period of new kid denial in the annals of County High?

I knew this town had an underbelly

but I had no idea about the annals.

New kids get here, they usually spend

the first few weeks treading water.

No new friends, coasting through classes.

Lockers strangely undecorated. "Oh, I´m not really from here.

A temporary stop until my parents´ divorce settles."

Or whatever, and they can go back to their real home.

Usually lasts about a month...

...but eventually they settle in.

Not without a fight.

See you later, Ham. Thanks for the loan.

Um....

Though your pantomime grows more eloquent by the day...

...let´s say this morning you simply speak.

You´re running a little late, doctor.

Mr. Yaeger, he´s waiting in Room 2.

Did you see this? It´s from the medical board.

"Pleased to inform you--"

I´ve won the Colorado State Medical Council...

...Tri-County Service Award for Excellence and Dedication.

Do--? Do you know what this means?

Uh....

LOUISE: You-- HARRY: Yeah.

I´ve gotta tell Rose.

Oh, but what about Mr. Yaeger?

Ah, it´s a boil, Louise. Lance it, wrap it.

Tell him to use up the erythromycin if it swells.

We don´t see many of these from the mountains. Exciting.

Let me catch my breath. How do you know where she´s from?

See that mark there? Means she´s a black-tail.

Only a handful this side of Colorado.

All from a wildlife preserve just past the summit.

She wandered a ways.

Long drive back?

Few hours, and a lung-buster of a hike. Two days, maybe?

I hope you packed lunch.

I´m not taking her to McConnell.

She´s getting a lift as far as White River.

Is that...

-...nice? -Oh, sure.

Not much escape cover but it´s real pretty.

And that´s a bad thing?

It is when it´s hunting season.

I go up this time every year with my brother.

We bag enough meat to last us all winter.

-It´s like ducks in a barrel. -Yeah.

Hold on a second there, Elmer.

Maybe you´d like to move on to the winter tulips.

-Ephram, what is that outside? -A doe.

A deer, a female deer.

You had to be here when they came.

-If that´s too much for your-- -I was here.

-And they came? -Oh, yeah.

Why is that thing chewing on our lawn?

Elmer was gonna dump it on a rifle range, paint a bull´s-eye.

What are we gonna do? It can´t stay here.

I´m gonna take her home.

-Say again? -I´m gonna take her home.

You do realize that deer live in the woods?

Up in the mountains? Outside?

She´s from a reserve a few hours from here.

I´ll get a ride in the morning and hike overnight.

-Why are you laughing? -One, you don´t know hiking.

And two, you don´t know the first thing about hiking.

-Forget it, you´re not going. -I am so.

Ephram.

DELIA: No! -What´s the matter?

You threw away the cookies. Those were for God.

-For God? -I thought if I left cookies...

...and God ate them, it´d prove he´s real.

-I thought cookies were Santa. -God could like cookies.

What´s the matter? Are you okay?

Magilla sneezed and said God wasn´t real.

And you wanna prove Magilla wrong.

Uh-huh.

I can get behind that.

How about I fix up a fresh plate for the big guy?

You can´t shepherd a deer back to the mountains.

Don´t be ridiculous.

She has a home. She just needs help getting back.

How is that more ridiculous than what you did?

-What did I do? -You moved us here...

...because of some sense of destiny.

Don´t I get my turn? Maybe I´m supposed to do this.

I don´t know why. Maybe I just am.

Okay. Alright.

-I´m going with you. -No.

-You wanted to go. -Not with you.

I´m not about to let my 15-year-old...

...who doesn´t know a pine tree from a potato...

...go exploring the tundra alone.

If you wanna go...

...you better pack enough trail mix for two.

IRV: There isn´t much a deer can say about hunting season.

Except that it only comes once a year.

Maybe it makes them appreciate the few wildlife preserves

they have...

...like the one your Bambi came from.

The safest...

...prettiest fawning site on earth.

Wild berries in the winter, all the thermal cover...

...you could hope for.

But it´s not close.

You got a long day ahead of you.

Four miles west. Another eight through Mountain Lion Pass--

Which I wish was called Mountain Bunny Pass.

--until we see the sign for a Pinyon-Juniper Woodland.

You can´t miss it, and even if you do, you´ll smell it.

I can´t say that I had either of you two

pegged as the camping type.

Please, I´m rugged.

You think this beard´s for show?

Don´t worry. I got a pack of food, Gore-Tex everything.

-A new pair of boots. -You say new boots?

Mm-hm.

HARRY: Amy. Amy.

I didn´t forget. I´ll rake the lawn in...

-...19 pages. -Never mind.

Your chores are temporarily suspended.

I need you to write a press bio on me for the Pine Cone.

Davenport needs it early afternoon.

Can´t. I have a chem. lab due and

I´ve to write a villanelle for poetry which I´ll do...

...after I find out what a villanelle is.

I have to finish so I can have tomorrow free

to see Colin in Denver. I´m sorry.

You know, your father has just received

a rather prestigious award.

It wouldn´t hurt your college tuition account...

...for the patient population to be reminded

of his achievements.

What award?

Excellence and dedication, great.

-How were you picked? -Oh, it´s a complicated process.

They calculate which doctors have spent the most days...

...attending to patients without interruption.

What, like an attendance award?

I´ll need to proof it first...

...knowing your facility with run-ons.

Forget it. Too busy. Ask Bright.

Oh, well, then I guess you don´t really want that

double-pierce.

You´re kidding.

On my desk, by noon.

No cartilage.

I appreciate you and Edna babysitting, Irv.

It´ll be good for Delia to see people live together

without yelling.

Happy to have her.

-Is he really gonna do this? -Little rule for a happy life?

You can´t stop a Brown from doing anything.

Only insist on coming along for the ride.

Well, then we´ll see you tomorrow, right here.

I´ll meet you right here.

What do you call this landmark thingy?

-A landmark. -Right.

Hey, doc.

-A flare gun? -Just in case.

I understand, but the doctor is out. Way out.

You can keep crying like that until the Botox wears off.

But it´s not gonna bring him back from the woods any sooner.

Monday, that´s right.

-I love when you yell at them. -Me too.

-You holding up okay, private? -Almost done my spelling list.

Edna...

...has anyone ever talked to God?

How is that?

God. Do people ever talk to him?

All the time, I suspect.

More so in the south.

How do you know when he answers?

I guess when you get what you want.

But does he ever do anything?

How about I just tell you where babies come from?

You don´t believe in God either.

When I was in Cam Ranh Bay-- My second tour, the nasty one.

A shell tore through the top of our tent.

Landed right between six bunks.

We all should have gone out messy, right then...

...but someone, somewhere saw fit to make that shell a dud.

Sat there, politely unexploded.

Ever since that, I figure I´m all out of favors.

And me and God, we share a very comfortable...

..."don´t ask, don´t tell" relationship.

So you do believe in him.

Delia, if I take you for ice cream,

would you promise to stop asking questions?

Offer expires in four seconds. One, two, three.

[Taj Mahal singing "Cake Walk Into Town"]

♫ I had the blues so bad one time ♫

♫ It put my face in a permanent frown ♫

♫ But I´m feelin´ so much better ♫

♫ I could cakewalk into town... ♫

-You ought to drink something. -I´m fine.

You gotta stay hydrated. At this altitude, you lose water at--

Okay, okay, please, just no stats.

And zip up your coat.

-I´m not cold. -You will be in an hour.

You know, just for the record...

...you don´t know anything about hiking either.

I know that you can´t drink stream water.

Everybody knows that.

You know why?

Giardia lamblia. A protozoan-cum-waterborne cyst...

...with a nasty knack for twisting up mammalian duodena.

I also know that young Bambi has four stomachs:

rumen, reticulum, omasum, and abomasum.

I wanted there to be a fifth called abo-abomasum. But no.

Deer can run over 35 miles an hour.

-Okay, how do you know all this? -I read it in college.

-You remember everything? -Don´t you?

EPHRON: Come on.

Good girl.

I´m sure the trail follows the creek.

Check the map.

-No, left. -You sure?

I used to navigate people´s frontal lobes for a living.

I think I can follow directions.

EPHRON: Come.

HARRY: I asked for more shading under the neck.

You wanted your jowls turned into chin.

Don´t abuse the digital age.

-Davenport confirmed receipt? -Hours ago.

Mwah.

You earned an 8 percent increase in allowance.

Even though you managed to make my surgery rotation

sound like a dalliance.

Wish I could see the look on that nut´s face...

...when he reads this tonight.

Who, Dr. Brown?

You so have a boy-crush on him.

My issue with Dr. Brown is neither flirtation nor rivalry.

It is a crusade to protect both him and this town...

...from the potentially lethal results of his dementia.

And I loathe him.

Only problem is, he won´t see it.

He´s gone all weekend. Won´t be back until tomorrow.

He´s out of town?

Yeah, some weird deer quest.

Ah. Well, then.

That´s alright.

Good work. You get back to your villanelle.

ANDY: You okay back there? -Yeah.

Fine.

We´ve been going downhill for a while.

Shouldn´t we be going more up?

It´s a gradual ascent.

We´re right on track.

EPHRON: She keeps looking, like she doesn´t know where she is.

She´s a wild animal. She´s thinking,

"Hi, are you made of food?"

Come on, keep up. We´re making good time.

So how´s it going with you and Amy Abbott?

You friends? You can cover a lotta groundwork being friends.

Lucky me. You read a book on relationships in high school.

Something more my business, then. How´s your school going?

Glad I made it six hours before you turn this into a bond-fest.

I´m just trying to talk to you.

Well, don´t, please, as a favor to me.

I breathe and it offends you. What did I do?

Nothing, you´ve been great. And don´t forget, zip your coat.

What? What are you mad at me because I´m looking out for you?

You try to parent me, then be my buddy.

-You´re not very good at either. -I´m just trying here.

It´s bad enough you´ve invited yourself. Don´t leverage it.

Sometimes I think you´d like to go back to when we never spoke.

It worked well.

I had my own life, made my decisions.

-Do things I wanted to. -Do what you want?

-I planned this trip for you. -Who asked you to?

-This looks familiar. -We´re back where he left us.

That´s great. Just great.

Well, at least we´re not lost.

Look.

I´m sorry, Ephram.

-Why are you unpacking? -I´m setting up camp.

Might as well get a fresh start in the morning.

You know, we could still make good time--

Davenport, stop the presses.

This article on my award, it can´t run today.

Why not, Dr. Abbott?

-There´s a death in the family. -Really? Whose?

-My mother. -Ha-ha-ha.

-You wish. -This piece needs to run...

...in tomorrow´s edition.

No can do, machine´s running. You have to respect the machine.

-Yeah, well, nevertheless-- -And, doc.

You of all people should understand.

It was your idea to take my obsessive-compulsive disorder...

...and turn it into something useful.

Now, thanks to you and Pine Cone...

...I´m a productive member of Everwood society for 15 years.

Practically saved my life.

Surely with your progress you can stand

to be an hour late this once?

You see that gear? That´s me.

I´m a gear that´s gotta spin.

Neither the serotonin reuptake inhibitors...

...nor the man that prescribes them can stop that.

Everyone has something they have to do.

I have to put out a paper.

You need your article tomorrow.

You say you have to put out the paper.

-Yes, sir. -Do you have to deliver them?

No.

But I do have to cover my costs.

IRV: Some real interactive babysitting...

-...you got going there. EDNA: She´s fine.

Then where is she?

-What´s she doing? -I´m not sure.

But it looks like she´s been doing it for a while.

Don´t give me that.

A babysitter´s job is to ensure the kid doesn´t die, that´s all.

She´s a kid, not a grenade.

[EDNA SIGHS]

Hey, private.

What do you say to a movie tomorrow?

My mom said she used to go to synagogue to talk to God.

Could we go to one?

The nearest synagogue is two hours away.

Maybe, we talk to God somewhere local, like a video store.

We can rent The Chosen.

Are you thirsty or something?

It´s for God.

I tried to get him to eat Nina´s cookies

but that didn´t work.

Now I´m waiting to see if he´ll knock the glass over.

Anything so far?

I even put it close to the edge

so all he had to do is knock it a little bit.

Why all this recon on God today?

I just want to know about God...

...because if there´s no God, then there´s no heaven.

And if there´s no heaven?

Then where´s my mom?

It´s getting late, private.

Time to head home.

Five more minutes?

Sure.

-You shield it from the wind-- -Don´t.

You´re forbidden from dispensing advice. Ever. You´re fired.

ANDY: If you just put a-- -Fired.

Fine. You drive.

Come on.

No.

That´s one way of doing it.

She okay?

She will be when she´s safe.

You know, you can only do so much for her, Ephram.

She may wander again.

I know.

You were right, you know.

About me trying to control everything.

-I do that. -No, really?

Your mom used to be the only one who could call me on it.

Used to help me keep people alive.

Taking charge...

...knowing the right thing to say all the time.

It´s an instinct that I cultivated for surgery...

...that made me capable of doing things so fantastic...

...I can´t even take credit for.

That same compulsion that people nurtured in me...

...is what´s making me....

Making me screw everything up now.

For you.

For Delia.

These past few months, I feel like...

...the only thing I´ve done right

is to help a few strangers get better...

...and stop talking out loud to my dead wife.

Well, that´s something.

-What´s that? -Side car.

What for?

We´re gonna go see about a rabbi.

MAN: Alright, get up that rope. Go!

-Let´s go! -Are we in the army?

The closest rabbi outside of a chat room.

-Commander Busto. -Ma´am.

I´m the colonel you had on the horn this morning.

Requesting consultation with company chaplain Hebraic.

BUSTO: Right away, ma´am.

Chaplain Roth, front and center.

He´s our Jewish sky pilot, still in training.

-Army or rabbi training? -Army training, sir.

Fully certified at the Jewish Theological Seminary...

-...in Manhattan, New York. EDNA: At ease.

Now you listen good, lieutenant.

This young lady has a question concerning your faith.

What´s required is a regulation Jewish answer

for how you know God exists.

-Are you prepared to answer? -Sir, yes, sir.

-You intend to disappoint her? -Sir, no, sir.

-Proceed. -There are three proofs...

...for the existence of an omniscient benevolent deity.

Primary is the Maimonidean cosmological proof...

...in which the Aristotelian causal argument is applied.

Seconded in the Midrashic lore in the story of Abraham

gazing at the stars.

He equates the night sky to a sumptuous castle in a field.

Taking in its intricacies, the castle must have a builder.

I can´t believe you bought a million papers so it isn´t read.

You know you´re insane.

Amy, don´t diagnose your father.

Okay.

I´ll visit Colin tomorrow.

-What are you reading him? -Jack London´s Justice League.

You want me to give you a lift up there?

You don´t...

...think it´s crazy...

...to spend all your free time...

...reading to someone you´re not even sure can hear you?

If you told me you´d go because you´re obligated,

I´d say yes.

That´s fairly unhealthy.

But you go because you miss him. That´s all that matters.

That said, it would be nice to see you go out sometime.

Thought that was Mom´s thing.

Your mother harps because she doesn´t wanna see you miserable.

I´m saying it because...

...I don´t ever wanna see you feel guilty for having a life.

Colin was never so happy...

...as when you were laughing.

As far as being crazy...

...I won´t call anyone crazy if you don´t.

[AMY LAUGHS]

Ah. She´s been making that devil´s fart full of noise

the last dozen miles...

...but I think I got her fixed.

Lost almost all our gas, though.

Darn rock, nearly put a hole in the fuel line.

Oh.

Lovely stuff, isn´t it?

It´s just not the way I remembered synagogue.

I guess not.

You didn´t like any of it?

I liked it when you yelled at him.

Sorry. I wish I could tell you more, but

God doesn´t like to give easy answers.

I´m okay.

I worry about my Harold too.

He died two years ago.

For a long time, I used to wonder if he was okay.

If he´s anywhere, even.

If he can see me.

Used to make myself nuts over it.

But you know what?

You know what I didn´t see until you came along?

Making myself nuts was my way of knowing he´s still around.

Because you looking all over for God, that´s your mom.

That´s how you know she´s okay. She´s in you.

Looking.

Okay, private, let´s press on.

ANDY: Why aren´t we there yet?

EPHRON: Because we´re out of shape.

-How far was Mountain Lion Pass? -Four blisters ago.

-The new boots? -Yeah, I got it now.

Wait a minute.

You smell that?

No, I don´t smell anything.

ANDY: The sign.

We made it. You got us here.

The reserve. Starts up here, come on.

Come on.

She was supposed to be safe here.

She can´t survive in this.

Damn it.

-It´s okay, Ephram. -No. It´s not.

Where´s she gonna go now, huh? What´s she gonna do now?

We´ll hike a mile up, we´ll find another patch.

No, that isn´t her home.

All I wanted to do was bring her home.

You did, Ephram.

It´s just gone.

This is where she belongs.

Well, she´ll do what we did, she´ll find a new home.

Our home is in New York.

Our home was with Mom.

It was...

...but she´s gone now. We can´t go back.

We left New York because there was nothing left for us anymore.

Ephram, what you´re hanging on to...

...is this.

I just wanna go back.

I know.

I know.

Me too.

EPHRON: Okay, Bambi...

...now, I know this isn´t your old home.

But it looks doable to me.

Then again, I used to go to school above 96th Street.

Anyway, there´s no hunting up here.

I´d love to tell you that everything´s gonna be okay.

That´s what everyone told me, but it´s just not.

You can stay here, you can go back.

Either way, it´s gonna suck.

But I figure, at least when it sucks, you know you´re alive.

Guess what I´m trying to say is...

...it´s okay when everything sucks.

It means you´re somewhere.

Now...

...I gotta go.

[EPHRON SIGHS]

Everything okay?

As good as it´s gonna be.

[EPHRON SIGHS]

[ANDY GROANS]

[SIGHS]

-Dad? -Uh-huh?

Just how out of the brain business are you?

I don´t know, I haven´t given it much thought, why?

You asked me how Amy´s doing.

She´s still pretty wrapped up in her boyfriend,

the one in the coma.

She asked me to ask you to take a look at him.

When did she ask you that?

A while ago.

You´re probably gonna have to tell her that.

Probably.

Runs in the family, I guess.

What?

Trying to control everything.

Sorry.

[MOTORCYCLE APPROACHES]

Well, here we are. Thank you for flying.

I didn´t wanna worry you, but we were out of gas back there.

-We were? -There weren´t any stations...

...after I patched the fuel line.

We´ve been riding on fumes ever since.

Eighty miles, a new record.

You mean the gas that was only supposed to last for a bit...

-...lasted for 80 miles? -Guess so.

Like the oil. It´s the miracle of Hanukkah.

-What? -God was showing us.

-He´s real. -Whoa.

Maybe you ought to keep this one under wraps.

No way, I have to call Magilla now.

He was so wrong about God.

Hi, Dad.

She looks miserable.

-Thanks for keeping an eye. -She´s an odd one.

-I hope she wasn´t much trouble. -Not at all.

But if you ask me to babysit again, you will meet God.

Oh.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

[SIGHS]

Thank you, Mrs. Dillinger. I´m glad that you noticed.

What? No.

No, no plans to expand the practice just yet.

Yeah, well, goodnight.

Phone´s been ringing nonstop since the paper came out.

There were a bunch more messages on the machine.

Amy.

-Are these all of them? -Sorry, Dad, he didn´t call.

I don´t know what you mean.

Ahem. Is that my Burberry scarf?

Can I borrow it? I´m going out with Kayla and Page.

Some guy Kayla´s desperate to get on

is throwing his annual kegger.

At first I didn´t wanna go. And then...

...I remembered how this was Colin´s favorite party.

I can´t miss that, right?

Sure you wouldn´t rather stay home, join a convent?

I gotta go get in the shower.

Oh, can you do me a favor?

Can you grab my necklace? I left in the hall outside the kitchen.

Are these for regular people, or major deities?

-They´re for you. -Thank you.

[SIGHS]

Tell me you didn´t give Edna a hard time.

I tried not to.

Did you two find God nicely?

Uh-huh.

Really? Where was he?

-The gas tank. -I knew it.

Magilla says it´s just a coincidence.

Hm. Reminds me of something your Mom used to say.

She said that coincidence was God´s way of preserving physics.

-What does that mean? -Got me.

She was awful pretty.

-Hey, we´re doing snacks and-- -Black Beauty.

-Wanna watch? -No, thanks.

I got something I gotta take care of.

You.

Why do you look as though you´re about to vomit?

Because I might.

Amy?

Remain outside, please.

AMY: Coming.

Your father didn´t happen to mention anything about me, huh?

Perhaps something he saw in the paper?

Not that I know of.

My dad doesn´t really do the Pine Cone, though.

Oh.

Well, the warrior is back from his vision quest.

Did you find your spirit animal?

Let me guess, you´re a marmot.

I have to talk to you for a minute.

You´re gonna be pissed, but hear me out before you hate me.

Go on.

We made SpaghettiOs in the woods, sandwiches too.

I took the SpaghettiOs can, and put it in the fire I started.

I stacked up the kindling like a triangle.

Ephram?

-Yeah? -Start again.

Right.

-Hi. -Hi.

Thing is, I lied to you. I fixed it, but I lied.

You asked me to ask my dad to help Colin,

I said I did, but I didn´t.

See, my problem is-- And this is really just one

of a whole busload.

I lost my home recently. I can´t get it back.

It took climbing a mountain for me to realize this,

but you were right.

I came to Everwood and I´m just coasting.

I haven´t made anything for myself here...

...except you.

You´re what makes this home.

I was afraid if my dad helped Colin, I´d lose all that.

But I get it. I mean, it takes me a while, but I catch up.

Colin is your home...

...so I asked my dad to help.

He´s gonna look at him tomorrow.

Not to that in any way makes up for anything I´ve done...

...but it´s happening.

I am sorry.

Okay.

[DOOR LOCKS]

Okay.

[The Beatles singing "Golden Slumbers"]

♫ Once there was a way ♫

♫ To get back homeward ♫

♫ Once there was a way ♫

♫ To get back home ♫

♫ Sleep pretty darling ♫

♫ Do not cry ♫

♫ And I will sing a lullaby... ♫

IRV: Like the man with the printing press said...

...at some point we all have something we just have to do.

The gear spins.

Sometimes a spin gets you what you want.

Sometimes it pushes it even further away.

Either way...

...you have to respect the machine.

♫ To get back home ♫

♫ Sleep pretty darling ♫

♫ Do not cry ♫

♫ And I will sing a lullaby ♫