Godiva's old room. Justin is helping Emmett pack up. Emmett tells Justin that Godiva was looking forward to Pride: "She said, 'Honey, if I have to wheel myself out on a board like Porgy and Bess, I'm going.'" Emmett puts away the wigs and the dresses, sighing, "She wanted her hair to be the biggest. Her gown to be the glitteriest. So everyone would know that nothing -- not even AIDS -- could keep her down." Emmett says it won't be the same without her. Justin suggests that Emmett could, um, you know, wear Godiva's outfit. Emmett snorts, "Honey, I couldn't fill her bra, much less her shoes." Emmett asks if Justin can give him some time alone. Justin leaves the room and walks down the hospice stairs. He rounds the corner and oh my god, it's Chris Hobbes, sweeping the floor. Justin flashes back to the bat hitting his head like a fresh melon, and I swear if they show that clip any more, I'm going to develop PTSD. Justin asks Chris what he's doing there. Chris snarls, "Time of my life. Having a blast. My five hundred hours of community service, what the fuck do you think?" Justin's about to run away screaming. Chris asks what Justin's doing there: "Got AIDS?" Justin trembles, "No." Chris says Justin will, sooner or later: "All you fags end up here." Well, then I guess you're killing two birds with one stone, aren't you, asshole? Chris feints at Justin. Justin flinches.