Floaty Michael sweats floatily above Liz's bed. He's got no strings to hold him down. Except for the six miles of cable you can see suspending him six inches above the bed like Gretchen Cleevely in the Turtle Creek Middle School production of Peter Pan. Maria asks Max hopefully if Michael is going to live, and Max notes that he's made it through the "rough stuff." So they retreat downstairs, Max asking permission to use the Crashdown bathroom. Liz and Maria take to having the discussion they've shared each of the last ninety times they've spoken to each other, in which Maria confides, "My evening is set. I'm just gonna be stuck here, babysitting a drunken alien." But upstairs, Michael, lying in bed, sorts through the static and can hear with perfect clarity the entire conversation going on downstairs. Maria: "Is my life really gonna be like from this from now on? I mean, no matter what I do or say, it ropes back to some kind of an alien crisis. I can't even get one night off to find a stupid party." I. Know. Just. How. She. Feels.
Back at the frat, Kyle is telling wacky jokes, and Isabel guffaws at every word. She volunteers to Bitty Bitsy that "Kyle is a Buddhist now. It's really inspirational." Bitty Bitsy worries that Kyle is "some guy with a fat Buddha statue who prays to get laid on Friday night." Kyle laughs guiltily, as if to say, "By the many arms of Vishnu, I swear it is a lie!" But then he comes clean about the Buddha and the Friday and the praying, and Bitty Bitsy is happy at least for his honesty, if not his isolated and antisocial disconnect from an integrated society that doesn't need a god -- a confusing and cryptic Eastern god, no less -- to get some lovin' on New Year's Eve. Isabel sees a spark between them and takes off. Kyle thanks her for her Yenta-ish help, and stares Isabel down and down and down as she walks away. What are these feelings he is having?
Back in the Crashdown kitchen, Max pretends to keep caring about finding Enigma, but as he gravely tells them he's running back to the school for more clues, Slackjaw enters the kitchen and finds the three of them (Liz, Max, and Maria) together. Max tries the old drama exercise of "if I can't see them, they can't see me," trying to avert his eyes and pretend he a wax figure or a hologram. But Slackjaw don't slack, catching Max in the act and changing heart: "What kind of boyfriend isn't with his girl at midnight? Don't you have any class?" Rebirth! Kind of a burn on Frank, though, y'know? And outside to the dining room we go, where the kitschy midnight countdown goes off by the count of Porno's watch at 10:30 sharp. Much cheering and singing of that song that I don't understand begins.