Crashdown, and Maria does look good, doesn't she? She's decked out in black with a giant rock-star cross and funky pulled-back hair. She sees Porno sitting at the counter and approaches all tentatively, apologizing, "I just feel like I took something from you." Porno assures her that he would have done the exact same thing, had a sham record-company nobody come along and promised to rescue him from this hell-hole. Maria makes her way through to the back of the Crashdown, passing Michael in the kitchen on her way. He informs her that Jesse is on his way over (Nooooo!) to take a look at her contract. She tells him that he doesn't need to be maintaining such an active role in her life, tacking on the dig, "Our lives are no longer linked." He recaps, "Didn't we just sleep together?" Turns out they did. But while "it was great, it was just a spontaneous thing." Michael grouses, "Crossed signals, it's no big deal." She asks him to wish her good luck, and he just plain doesn't.

Kyle shows up in Liz's room, Liz apologizing for making him come over, but "I just didn't have anyone else to call." She takes a moment to ask how he's doing, and he claims that, though he is not yet experiencing any symptoms, "Max healed me like a year after he healed you, so maybe I have this really cool window of time where I just get to obsess about it." Knock knock knock on the window, and Max climbs in. He asks, "What happened?" Liz takes her hands out from inside her sweater and shows him that her hands are glowing with green lines of electricity. She asks, "Am I gonna die?" They exchange "that really depends on who gets to decide" glances, and the audience stands watch outside with blazing torches and pitchforks, continually waiting to render a decision of our own.