Down in the street, Sarah calls out to Platypus, asking how long before midnight. Platypus screams "thirteen minutes" just as J.B. runs up. "Why is he here?" Platypus demands. Sarah tells her it's a temporary truce as Scraggle and J.B. slap hands. Scraggle tells Sarah they will never make it and Sarah insists that they will. Joss tells her that they can't get into the subway. Sarah says, "Okay, we've gotta be somewhere, right?" She drags them to the bar, which is packed -- they can't even get down the stairs -- so they leave the bar. "Oh, my God, only three minutes before the millennium," Sarah screeches. "Now what we are we going to do?" Platypus demands. J.B. starts to say something, but Platypus interrupts him, telling him it's a terrible idea. "He hasn't even said anything," Scraggle shouts. "Oh, so what? Now you're defending him?" Joss asks. "Maybe we should just go home," Scraggle says. "Maybe you should just go home!" Joss tells him. Sarah sticks her nose in: "Hey, nobody is going home, Joss." "So what, now you want to be the boss of her, too?" Platypus screeches. J.B. starts to ask Platypus what her problem is, but she turns on him saying, "Hey, butt out!" Sarah tries to delivers a little speech about how this was not what anyone wanted and how it is disappointing to be standing in the middle of the street, fighting on the brink of the millennium, "blah, blah, blah!" (Yes, she actually said that, and I really expected her to end with "fishcakes," but that would have given this show some merit, so of course not.) Everyone is rolling their eyes and shaking their heads at Sarah as she goes on to say that their anger and feelings are not permanent -- they are like the tides and the moon, they will change. However, she babbles on, the millennium moment is permanent, and so what if she is not at the "party to end all parties" or watching the sun rise over the international dateline (here she puts on a simpering smile), "But when I look back at this moment, for the rest of my life, where I am right now, I want to be with you (she looks at everybody in turn). Because there are so many people that don't have anybody at all, so when you think about it aren't we just incredibly lucky?" Joss and Platypus smile, and Platypus says, "I don't think so." "That was sappy," Scraggle says. Joss agrees: "Really sappy." "It's not even true," Scraggle says. "You don't believe it, you think we're all pathetic." "Wait, you think we're pathetic?" J.B. asks. "Not you, I was talking about Joss and Maguire," Sarah says. Oh, now she's in the soup. Let the public stoning commence. I think I'll make popcorn to better enjoy this moment.