Sarah goes back up to the apartment, where Scraggle is getting his stuff together. She whimpers that Jerry just walked away from her. Scraggle tells her that's the way it goes, and Sarah tells him that that could be any of them. Her impassioned histrionics are getting truly tiresome. Scraggle says, "I really don't think so." Sarah insists that it could be, because Jerry had a life and friends and family and then they just let him go. Scraggle says that Jerry's sick, and that it's not going to happen to either of them. Sarah says, "It's just a matter of degrees, Maguire," and goes on about being alone. They both say that they have nobody in their lives who would stick with them "no matter what." Sarah finally notices that Scraggle is packed up and asks if he is leaving. Scraggle says the power is back on and he wants to get out of her way. Sarah says, "God, you're really not getting this. Do you care about me, Maguire? Because I care about you. Please don't let us just pass in the night. I don't want to be a near miss, I don't want to live like that." She steps close to Scraggle, and the Ray Charles song that Sarah sung in the elevator starts to play as she kisses Scraggle. She pulls away to breathe, "Happy Thanksgiving, Maguire," and he kisses her more.

Stick a fork in it, because this show is done and I want to hack it to pieces! My deepest sensibilities offended, I will now crawl under the covers and sob uncontrollably because Jennifer Love Hewitt made more money in this travesty of an episode than I ever will.