Back at Archer's well-appointed apartment, Sarah is gazing mournfully out the window, listening to the cars honk in the street. Peter, the ancient manservant, asks her what all the "hullabaloo" is about. Sarah tells him, "Well, it's a pretty big night." Peter agrees, "Oh, so it is," and puts down a tray of food. He comments that she and Mr. Fitzwith get along rather well and asks Sarah to remind him what their connection is to one another. Sarah says, "Oh, sort of not my father." Peter says, "Oh, that explains it. I always got on better with people who weren't my father as well. Do you want to play cards, Miss?" Sarah tells him she'd rather not and says she'd rather talk to him, since his own life has so much history in it. Someone who can teach her, someone who is wise. Okay, I can't stand it anymore. Aromatherapy be damned, I need a stiff drink. Peter nods and asks, "Whose deal is it?" Sarah reminds him that they aren't playing cards and asks him to tell her about the past and what it feels like to live almost a whole century. Peter says he doesn't remember any of that, and the clock chimes. "Oh, is that really the hour?" he asks, getting up, "it's long past my bedtime. Well, Miss, this has been most pleasant." Sarah asks if he is going to bed, and when he says yes, she whines, "But it's the millennium." "Oh, that's right. Well, there'll be another one," he says and leaves Sarah alone. If I were stuck with her for a night, I would pretend to be a bit dotty, too.

From her vantage point, Platypus sees J.B. getting picked up by his New Year's date. "There's a Star Trek marathon that starts at eleven, Romy. Romy?" Joss calls from the next room.

In J.B.'s apartment, J.B. is telling Angela (his date, whose name we didn't find out until now) that she made these plans with her husband, and she's only taking J.B. so she can prove to herself that she can go through with them without her husband. Basically, there is a lot of talk back and forth where Angela says she can't face her friends dateless, and where J.B. gets across that he doesn't want to be used as a substitute for hire. He likes her and will do anything else with her but go to the party. Angela says she has to show up at the party because other couples will be there, and it will look like her life has fallen apart if she doesn't show up at all. J.B. acts like he understands, and Angela leaves, without him. That's right -- hang tough, J.B.!