from stonebridgemomI think you may be right about there being no baby Dana.
Here's my theory:
1.) Zach is actually Dana. I think that MaryAlice and Paul possibly adopted him (maybe through some black market adoption process), and that the biological mother hunted them down to Wisteria Lane and demanded her baby back. (Think about it, Paul and MaryAlice only have one child . . .an older child. Maybe there were some fertility issues and the couple adopted.)
2.) The dead body in the trunk would then be the body of Zach's biological mother.
3.) Somehow Mrs. Huber overheard the fight/confrontation, and figured everything out. Remember her statement, "what you've done to that baby" (referring to them taking him from his biological mother). The reason she never went to the police is because she was "deathly afraid" of Paul! (ironic since she died at the hands of Paul.)
4.) The blanket with the name Dana on it was probably what the baby was wrapped in when MaryAlice and Paul got the baby. If I had fertility problems, and finally got my hands on a much wanted child, I would save the blanket the baby came in as well!
5.) I think the name exchange of "Dana" and "Zach" during the confrontation was between the biological mother and MaryAlice & Paul, both referring to the same child (only they each know the child by a different name). The blood on the floor that Zach remembers would actually be his biological mother's blood. The only reason he thinks he is responsible for the death is because his mind is so clouded with antiphyscotic medications he doesn't have a clear recollect of what actually happened. (Think about it, Paul is the one soley responsible for committing Zach to the mental hospital, probably to keep him sooo dopped up, that he CAN'T recall the facts!) I actually think it was MaryAlice that killed Zach's mother, and that her guilty conscious is what forced her to take her own life!
Anyway, that's my theory.
Sounds plausible to me, so what do you all think?
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