The Southern California Vermont Institute Of Conveniently Timed Vacations. Liz sits in a gazebo of some kind, and Maria turns a corner and finds her there. "I got in touch with Michael. I'm so sorry." She's bawling. Liz is stoic, or perhaps in some coma trance. Maria moves to sit next to her, and Liz will only utter a quiet "I knew it." Maria cries and cries. Didn't she not even like him? Oh, no. Wait. That was us. Maria explains that he died in a fire while trying to save Valenti's life, and that it was "really heroic." They hug a hug of vague malaise, like when your gum loses its flavor and yet you just plum keep forgetting to throw it away.

And then, less heroic, is Jason Behr dry-humping Morgan Fairchild. But soon enough, he is interrupted by flashes of Liz, and he falls off Morgan Fairchild (yeah, that Liz is a libido-breaker, all right) and yells, "Liiiiiiiiiiiiz!" Ew. Clayton Endicott III tells Morgan Fairchild that he saw visions of "a girl, about eighteen years old," walking back toward The Mirror Of Universal Self-Realization and noting, "He's in there. He's inside my head." He leans in toward the mirror. He vamps further: "Max Evans. He's still alive. He's in my head." Morgan Fairchild flips her hair and closes her eyes and thinks of England, confident this will aaaaaaaall be over soon. Clayton, meanwhile, continues reading aloud the original treatment for the Steve Martin/Lily Tomlin madcap comedy All of Me, in which a bungled attempt at reincarnating a sick woman's spirit into a healthy woman's body lands Steve and Lily sharing two halves of a body. It's madcap! But Clayton's not done: "You want something, don't you? What is it you want?" He whispers it. Flashes. Liz! Liz! Liz! Clayton tells Morgan Fairchild that they're "going to Vermont." And then the phone rings and the uncultured swami Indian guy flushes the toilet and hilarity ensues.