Sad music plays as Sarah exits the apartment building with her few pitiful belongings. She arrives, predictably, at Scraggle's place. Scraggle lets her in and tells her that he was robbed: "Some days, life sucks." Standing in front of a Sheryl Crow poster (I guess by leaving that, the robbers proved they had taste), Scraggle asks her what's going on and what's in the bag. Sarah tells him it's a few changes of clothes because she and Platypus got in a fight: "And I can't even begin to explain to you about what, she is totally out of her mind. Anyway, she kicked me out." Scraggle is surprised. Sarah asks him if she can stay with him until she can find a new living situation. She tells him that he can say no, because she knows how weird he might feel. Scraggle says, "Yes." But Sarah blathers on as though she didn't hear, offering to take the floor, to which Scraggle responds, "You and the roaches." Sarah makes a face and says, "Ew. Okay, well, how about the very, very, very edge of the bed. If I sleep on my side, that's like six or seven inches." Yes, yes, we all know that you are Miss Twig -- excepting your voluminous dinners, which require a room to themselves. Scraggle tells her it's fine. Sarah thanks him, saying that she really didn't have anywhere else to go. Cut to nighttime bed shot. Scraggle is awake with needful thoughts. He is watching Sarah sleep, and suddenly she rolls over really close to him. (Didn't she say six or seven inches? Now she's hogging the whole damn bed.) Scraggle brushes the hair from her temples, and Sarah nestles toward him in her sleep. That's too much for Scraggle. He gets out of bed, grabs a blanket, and makes himself uncomfortable in a chair while Sarah sleeps on.