The following day after parking his car in the lot and heading inside the studio, Tim ignored the looks from the rest of his crew as he took off his jacket and prepared himself for today's taping. Just then, the voice of his boss got his attention.

"Tim." Bud began as he walked over towards him. "I need to talk to you."

"I know what you're going to say." Tim responded. "I'm sorry about the other day, it won't happen again. From now on, it's business as usual. I promise."

Bud nodded as he continued to look at him.

"You know, when I told you I needed you to come back to work I wasn't trying to be the bad guy. I was just worried about the show, maybe I didn't take the whole situation into account the way I should have."

"Its okay, Bud. Really."

"No, it's not okay. I want you to take some time off."

"What about the show. What about the new markets?"

"We'll show re-runs of the best episodes in the new markets. Don't worry about that, it's your son you need to worry about."

Tim sighed heavily.

"Bud, I need to be here. I need something to take my mind off thingsā€¦"

"Seems to me when you're here your mind is elsewhere."

"It was my first day back. Give me some time-"

"Tim, it's not a suggestion. Take some time off, be with your family and get yourself together."

With that said, Bud spun around and headed away from his main star as Tim looked down at the floor, knowing that he had been avoiding his family because of the weight of the situation they had to deal with. Just then, he saw Al in the corner of his eye.

"Are you okay, Tim?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

"What are you going to do?"

"I guess I'm going home."

Taking a deep breath, Tim took the keys out of his pocket and walked back to his car.

By the time he got home, he walked in and saw Jill sitting at the kitchen table. Tim froze, remembering their last conversation. Remembering how he had been avoiding her, avoiding Randy in a way.

"Tim." Jill started when she saw him. "What are you doing back here?"

"Bud sent me home."

That almost made her mouth open from shock.

"Did you get fired?"

"No." Tim almost laughed. "They'd never fire Tim the Toolman Taylor."

In the past, Jill might have laughed or rolled her eyes in bemusement but this time she simply ignored him and went back to her coffee. Tim then placed his hands in his pockets and walked closer towards her.

"Jill, I'm sorry about how I was when you tried to talk to me the other day."

Jill then looked back at him.

"I guess the way I've been acting, it's my way of not dealing with this whole thing."

"Do you really think I want to deal with this? Or Randy?" She asked.

"Of course you don't."

"But we don't have a choice."

"I know. But from now on I'm going to be here for you guys. I promise."

"You really mean that?"

"Yes, I mean it."

Jill smiled a little and got up to hug Tim, but at the hospital Randy was laying in bed in his first day of the radioactive iodine treatment. It had been given to him in liquid form and some of the side effects of it included a sore throat and nauseated stomach.

He had read the effects on the computer and Randy ate light last night so not to risk vomiting and so far he had been luck enough to avoid it. But to be honest the worst part of the whole thing was being alone in this small room.

Randy was told he would have to remain here for an overnight stay so not to possibly effect anyone else with the radioactive material, so other than an occasional visit from a nurse checking on him to make sure he was okay, he was going to be here by himself until tomorrow.

To try to pass the time Randy grabbed the remote the turned on the television that was hanging up on the wall but nothing was on during this time of the day. He reluctantly settled on some kind of soap opera show, something his mom would probably enjoy watching.

If anything, hopefully the show would bore him to such a point that he would fall asleep. He really didn't get much last night.

After about twenty minutes, finally his eyes began to glaze over. Just as they did, the show cut to the seen of a funeral. Randy's eyes closed as he just listened in.

"A bright light has gone out today. We mark the passing of a beloved son, brother, and friendā€¦Randall William Taylor."

Randy's eyes snapped open after he heard that and quickly realized he imagined in. He watched the whole funeral segment on the television for a few more moments before taking a few deep breaths as he could feel his stomach getting upset again.

"He will be missed."

After he heard that, Randy quickly lunged up and grabbed the trashcan as he threw up.