Unneeded little sis Nicki wanders into the kitchen. Michael asks what she's doing up so early. Nicki says she has a class at 9. So what time is it? How long were they asleep? Seriously, I'm moving on. Michael says that the first rule of college is not to have any classes before noon. Nicki says she just figured that out. Michael asks why Jane didn't warn her about that. Nicki says she's sure Jane loved morning classes. Hi. Jane almost died in a fire last night. And Michael proposed. And a monkey-boy supposedly died saving Jane's life. It's not really business as usual, is it? I guess so. Nicki leaves, having just successfully flirted with Jane's maybe-fiancé.
Jane goes into the bottom drawer of her dresser and tells Tarzan to listen to her. She says that everyone thinks he's dead, and they need to keep it that way until she figures out where he should go, so he needs to stay out of sight. Wouldn't her empty apartment -- with Nicki at school and herself and Michael at the station -- be the best place for him, then? "What kind of place?" Tarzan asks suspiciously. Jane says that they have to find a place where he'll be safe from his uncle. She gives him some clothes (but doesn't offer a pair of shoes), telling him he can't wander around New York looking like that. Why not put him in a hotel room? Tarzan doesn't want to wear the clothes, because he's too busy staring through a wall at his new enemy, the owner of said clothes. Oops, Tarzan's Australian accent came out a bit on his "these are his" line. Jane pushes the clothes to Tarzan's chest and tells him to leave right now. Tarzan crouches in the window again and gets right up in Jane's face, smiling. Jane stares, open-mouthed, blinking. There's a sound. Jane turns, wiggles her head, blinks, exhales, and turns back again. But Tarzan is gone. She runs to the window and looks out, AGAIN. As she shuts her window, Michael enters with that cup of coffee that took forever. "Hey," he says again. Jane turns and blinks three hundred and twelve times, like she's having a fit. My favorite thing about the art direction in Jane's room is the almost empty bulletin board, with a few pictures from National Geographic thumb-tacked to the bottom corner.