When last we visit the Avery house, Heather informs us that her husband has rushed Cyrus to the vet. The pup broke a tooth while biting one of Heather's pant legs. The pooch's future as a guard dog appears clouded at best.
Yet another of Steve's neighborhood buddies pops in. asking to borrow the Averys' copy of the official World Series highlight videocassette. Never mind that Steve and Heather have not even broken the cellophane seal around the box yet. "I'm baby-sitting tonight," the friend successfully argues. "I need something to watch."
And finally we leave Steve, having returned from the doggie dentist, to contemplate his future—a future in which children will play video games while pretending to be Steve Avery. "I'm already in a game called Sega RBI III," he informs us. "I've never played it. They use my 1990 stats, though, so I can't be too good."
The boy is three blocks from his childhood bedroom, but he doesn't seem nearly that far away.