In short, this was 45 minutes of flailing blindly in the dark like Stevie Wonder in traffic. I would like to thank the people who pick the Pulitzer Prize winners for criticism in advance for my award for most inartful and offensive segue.

The title of this week's episode comes from an early Stevie Wonder tune, "Sunset." It appeared on 1962's Tribute to Uncle Ray, as in Charles. Wonder was only 12 years old at the time, and Motown Records was still trying to figure out what the hell to do with the uber-talented prodigy. The result was a series of tribute albums that managed to showcase some originals like "Sunset" among all the covers.

Basically, Berry Gordy was trying to make Wonder a direct inheritor of Ray's legacy in the beginning, something that must have been come up with on a chalkboard with the words, "blind," "black" and "piano" circled. It wasn't really until Wonder's voice changed that he managed to become the superstar we know him as even today.

But until that time... yeah, it was a lot of stumbling around looking for the right path. I could say that such a fumbling quest reflects the crises that the True Blood cast find themselves in, but I have a feeling the crisis that matters most is whatever was happening in the writer's room when this episode was penned.