In the cold light of day, Nora is pacing up around the hotel room telling Carl about the dream. As there are few things in life less interesting than listening to someone else's dream (notable exceptions include this show) Carl is nodding along hoping she gets to the end of it sooner or later. She finally gets to her point: She wants to go home. Carl clucks and shakes his head. That won't work, Nora. You see, you're Bizarro Nora and you can't go barging into the real world. Someone may start asking questions and poking around and then you'll end up in a medically-induced coma next to the other Nora. We can't have that can we? Bizarro Nora shakes her head glumly and then starts bargaining. Can she go back to California if she promises not to cook, clean, or give her children any advice? She'll just sit quietly in the corner and rock back and forth and not talk. Carl mulls it over and decides that is just out of character enough to work.
Lest we forget that Saul exists and is getting coal in his stocking this year, we rejoin Saul and the Saga of the Bad Boyfriend already in progress. Saul knocks on Jonathan's office door and steps inside. Jonathan starts chattering about how long it's been and how he used to be a drunk. You know, normal light chit chat. Saul doesn't really say anything and then blurts that he just found out he is HIV positive. Jonathan nods, because he gets it. He is HIV positive too. And then suddenly you realize that this is the Ultimate in Bad Boyfriend stories. Sure enough, Saul was almost in love with Jonathan, they hooked up, he got the HIV, and then Jonathan never called. Not even when he found out he was HIV positive and was required to alert his past sexual partners. Not even then did he call Saul! Worse? The reason he didn't call was because he DIDN'T REMEMBER sleeping with him. Wow. The writers really hate Saul a lot. Saul looks a bit crushed, but mostly bewildered. How could Jonathan not remember what has long been Saul's most cherished memory and now most momentous memory? The answer? Shrug. Brilliant move, writers. Is this what happens to Jews on Christmas?