Night. Raining. Statue. Stock footage of a garbage man. Now not raining. Zach and John walk, discussing Svet's going home to see Martin. Zach wonders how long Svet is going to stay for, because how do you leave once you arrive in that situation? John hears him, dude. John camera-frats that maybe Svet will go home and never come back...or realize that compared to a dying father, life at the Real World house really isn't so bad. Okay, come on now. Let's not get crazy.

FORD! Driving. They keep discussing. John wears goofy glasses and babbles. Zach thinks that Svet might stay home. John laughs that they'd then get a new female roommate. This gives Zach pause. They joke around. Cold.

Moon. House. House. Svet calls Martin. Svet's father is buying her tickets for the weekend. The conversation is cut to about four seconds. They hang up.

Day. Zach reads email and learns from his mom that his ex-girlfriend Allison called Zach's parents recently. Zach tells Paula that this is his first love and still the only girl he ever loved. Zach then tells us that as well. Zach immediately starts stressing, saying that he never feels good when he talks with Allison and now he's dating Crystal and that's weird and he's going into major meltdown territory here. Zach gets super-dramatic and calls the phone his "worst enemy" right now. Oh Jesus, grow a pair, ya fucking Yeti.

Zach calls Allison, looking like he's sitting in the dentist's chair. He gets her machine and hangs up. He then immediately calls what the editors are still calling his "crush" Crystal. Zach invites Crystal to a barbeque the next night. He calls her "babe" and hangs up. Then he rubs his face and calls Allison again. She answers. Allison doesn't recognize his voice, and then deadpans, "Oh, hi," when she realizes who he is. The conversation continues, and Zach camera-talks, telling us how much "pain" they each have about their failed relationship and it's bringing it all back up. He asks her why she called his folks and she said she was worried that she hadn't heard from him. He says that he should have a good time down there. Zach babbles more to us about how hard this is. They awkwardly hang up. Zach rubs his face. Poor tortured man. Take some poison or stab yourself in the heart; you feel everything this much. Sheesh. Commercials.