Chez Teachie. He comes home to find his girlfriend sitting alone on the couch, fully clothed. Lover Q. SourceOfStrife says, "I'm so sorry." But he only wants to know one thing: Her name. No, wait: "Why?" She's all, "I don't know exactly. I don't love him. I love you. I think maybe I get scared of a future with you, Danny. You're never gonna make any money. I see you spending all day with your students, coming home at eight o'clock. Then you go out bowling with your friends, or playing cards I see myself alone. With old furniture. And a freezer that won't make ice. I love you. And I love what we have. I think maybe partly I was trying to break it." He says job well done. She wants to know what happens now, and he says he's gone. She thinks it can't be that simple, because they love each other. "I don't trust you anymore. That's simple. And a big part of my love for you was trust, and now it's gone, so I'm gone. It is that simple." They sit in the dark on his couch, a few feet between them that feel like miles and miles. Or something.
Delineation Alley. Lauren is explaining to Britney-ta that her chances of actually becoming a big star are kind of slim, but Britney-ta insists that she at least want to try. They pass Ronnie and Dick Teachie, one of whom is asking the incredulous question, "That's it?" "We talked!" "For thirty seconds!" As they head into the lounge, he says, "She said it all. Sometimes the truth can come in one little spurt." That's really the line, people; I just work here. "Basically, her dreams weren't gonna come true with me. Which, I guess I already sorta knew. She wants to travel, and have nice clothes, and a big house someday." Ronnie points out that "if these are the things she prioritizes, she wasn't worth it." Teachie says she was. "That's what hurts, is she was." On his way out of the lounge, he runs into Harvey, who sympathizes with him. "It happened to me. My Helen." Oh yeah, that's right! "Son, I'm sure you already heard from many people, time heals all wounds. But it may be better to hear it from me: Time cannot heal this particular wound." Dick Teachie's all, "Thanks."