And kissing. And kissing. And kissing. Isabel finally pulls away, insisting, "I'm not Vilandra!" She's also not Rappaport. She can't fight this feeling. And the kid is not her son. So negative. Khivar begs her to "leave this all behind," and I have to agree that, if it's a choice between a planet I've never seen before or another minute in an old folks' prison watching people play shuffleboard all day, I'm gonna roll the dice and do the "other planet" thing, if it's okay with y'all. Max and Michael don't think it is, though, for they go a-skulking through the bushes looking for a plan. Max's cell phone rings. Michael jumps and yells, "Didn't you ever hear of vibrate?" And you can bet that…nah. Forget it. Too easy. The ringing from afar breaks Isabel out of her trance and back to remembering Jesse's existence. Meanwhile, Max picks up the call and finds Liz on the other end. Stupid cell phones. Liz is all snippity-snipping, "Flee meh meh meh" something something don't kill that poor schmuck he's a human. Michael tells Max to hang up the phone, and the world agrees that that's probably the best Liz-inhibiting method this show currently has to offer. So then, there's a no-brainer. Max tells Liz there can be no more chatting, but Liz has to tack on a thoroughly gaylord-ish, "Remember your father?" No, he has completely eliminated all memories of his lifelong paternal figure because it's been three weeks since he's lived at home. Because he has the long-term memory of a sparrow. Liz tells him in a hurry that Monopoly Nazi has been asking a lot of questions, but when Max notes that Isabel has disappeared, he hangs up on Liz because he has to be on the move. Because -- why, his cell phone cord isn't long enough? Walk and talk, genius.