Meanwhile, fucking Matt is worried about whether his dad is going to be at his birthday party. As long as his torso isn't ripped from his waist, he'll do the best he can, okay? Pipe down, squirt. Matt knows what he's going to wish for. Oh, let me guess, that your mom hadn't been blown up by hostile alien overlords? God, he's SO cliché. Matt tells Tom and Hal that he wishes everything was back the way it was and they act like that's so meaningful. Of course that's what he wishes for! Even that stupid kid isn't going to be like, "I could really use a new Zhu Zhu pet." Matt wishes that he had his old bike, and was going to his old school, and had his Ripstick (nice way to work in post-apocalyptic product placement in this touching moment!), and his mom and Ben. Tom hugs Matt and acknowledges that he wishes everything was back the way it was too. He tells Matt that it's going to get better. I thought that was only true for gay kids? Hal and Matt horse around a little before they head off.