As the rain pattered dismally against the car windows, a billowing silence was hanging over Bree and Andrew. Whenever Andrew tried to start a conversation; whenever he tried to say he was sorry, Bree merely turned her head away and took no notice.

"Mom.." Andrew began hastily after fifteen minutes of silence, "Look, I'm sorry. I just heard him talking about marriage and I got mad. I screwed up, okay?"

Bree gave him a cold look, "That's not the point, Andrew. You humiliated me tonight, you also humiliated George - and hurt him, again."

Andrew frowned. "I'm sorry about what I did, okay? Can't you just forgive me?"

"No, Andrew! This is the last straw!" Bree hollered as the car came to an abrupt halt and she got out, slamming the car door shut. "You have no idea of when you're hurting people, do you? You've never cared about anyone but yourself! You never cared when I warned you about the effects of smoking pot, you you never cared about Gabrielle's mother-in-law went into a coma and died - because of you, Andrew! Because of you!"

"Hey! That old witch had lived her life!" Andrew yelled after her as Bree stormed up to the house, enraged with him, "Mom! Mom!"

"Goodnight, Andrew!" Bree called back to him in a shrilly tone, before disappearing into the house, closing the door behind her.

"We can't just sit here and watch him all night."

"Hey! For all we know, he could be plotting to murder one of us!"

"Susan, you're delusional."

"What? It's probably true!"

"Susan, why don't we just call the police?"

Susan sighed and shook her head in a defeated sort of manner. "Mike told me not to. Besides, Paul could easily explain to the police that Mike held a gun to his head and.. kidnapped him and everything. Mike could go to jail."

"Honey, we have to do something about him," Gabrielle said softly, placing a hand gently on Susan's shoulder, "If we don't, who knows who his next target could be? I mean, I doubt it's one of us, but.." She swallowed, "Have you guys seen Bree?"

Lynette hesitated slightly. "No, I haven't seen her," She murmered, "Gabby, sit down. You've been walking around all day and you need to give the baby a rest."

Gabrielle scowled. "I'm fine, Lynette, honestly!" She sighed, "Oh look, Paul's staring at us right now."

They all turned and gazed out of the window at Paul, who was contently mowing his lawn yet again. As their eyes met his he smiled, waving at them. Susan shuddered while Lynette made a noise like an angry cat. "Well, I don't know what to do. You guys have to help me." Susan said, sounding like she was miles away as she stared across the street.

"Sure," Lynette said, putting an arm around her, "Susan, we'll do whatever we can to help you out. But I just don't know how we're going to get him to confess."

Susan didn't know either. Her eyes fixed on Paul, she watched as he abandoned his lawn and went back inside, but not before shooting a cold glare her way.

Shaking with rage, Andrew stalked down the corridor, though he was also careful to keep his voice down so his mother or sister didn't stir as they slept, unaware that Andrew was leaving with no intention of ever returning again. Who did she think she was? He was trying to protect her from him, and all she was doing was throwing his kindness back in his face. Well, now she would pay. Andrew didn't know how, but he was going to make Bree suffer, he knew that much.

He approached the front door and opened it, stepping out into the cold night air and then closing it. Glancing around the quiet street, Andrew noticed his mother's friends were watching him. They were probably doing the same thing they did every time they got together - discussing the other neighbours and plotting against them. What the hell were they doing sitting outside during the night anyway? Puzzled and a little annoyed by the fact that they were still watching him, Andrew made a quick getaway by hurrying over to the fence and jumping over it, vanishing from view.

Susan Mayer's eyes were narrowed as she watched Bree's son Andrew leaving the house. "Hey.. what's he doing?" She asked the others, who turned and looked at where she was pointing.

"Wow, Andrew's sneaking out again?" Lynette said, sounding less than surprised. She rolled her eyes, "Well, I guess I can't say I'm surprised."

"You've seen him sneaking out before?" Gabrielle chipped in, folding her arms and frowning, "Wow.. I wonder what that kid is up to. Well, he's never really liked Bree. Come to think of it, I don't think that little brat has ever had any consideration for anyone around here."

She stopped abruptly and scowled hearing a snort from Lynette, "Yeah, well. I think Bree would probably like to know if her son's always sneaking out of the house after hours. Right?" Susan said, turning to Lynette and Gabrielle. "Right?"

Lynette and Gabrielle exchanged worried glances. "I don't really think that's a good idea, Susan." Lynette said hesitantly.

Susan stared. "Why not?"

"Well, Bree just hasn't been herself lately, she's been having all sorts of problems.." Gabrielle cast around for more words, "..So I think maybe you should just let Lynette tell her about Andrew." She didn't look at Lynette, who looked utterly shocked. "Right. So, I'm pretty tired and so's the baby, I'm guessing. I'll see you guys tommorow."

Lynette and Susan stared after her as she left. "Well.. d'you want to watch for Paul some more? Or..?"

"No, It's okay, Lynette. I'm pretty tired and I'd better go check on.." Susan broke off and didn't complete her sentence, "..Well, g'night!" She said breathlessly, quickly abondoning Lynette's balcony and also a very puzzled Lynette.

Even though she felt puzzled by the way Susan was acting at the moment, Lynette also felt guilty that she couldn't tell Susan about Bree's problem. She wanted to so badly, and didn't see why she couldn't as both Edie and Gabby already knew. Oh well.. maybe Susan would find out for herself and try to help the others put a stop to it.

Little did Lynette know that Susan was also hiding something from the others that she also so badly wanted to tell them of. She arrived back at the house to find Zach lying unconcious on the kitchen floor. Julie was kneeling beside him. She looked up at Susan with a terrified look on her face. "Oh.. oh, my god.."

"Julie?" Susan's voice quivered as she spoke, "Julie.. what happened?"

"Zach took an overdose," Julie said, her voice breaking, "I don't know where he got the drugs.. he was like this when I came in.."

Susan then noticed the small tranqueliser that was lying on the floor, and realised that Zach had attempted to kill himself.