Sarah is in her apartment, tidying up and throwing out the dead roses whose sender was never named in the last ep. Scraggle, sitting on a chair with a book, asks, "Need any help with that?" With what, exactly? Throwing out dead roses? Sarah doesn't answer him. Scraggle asks if she's okay. Sarah answers that it's just been a bad day and that the recording career was "just a flimsy long shot." Scraggle tells her that one of the long shots will pay off someday. Sarah asks permission to move Scraggle's bag and notices that the name tag isn't his name. She asks, "Hey, who's Jessica? 'Jessica Colier,' who's that?" This just seems to be her day to probe into everyone's private lives. Scraggle answers, "Nobody." Sarah goes on, "'Nobody'? Your name and her name are on the same bag." Scraggle grunts, "Yeah, so?" Sarah persists, not taking the hint, "Was she your girlfriend or something? Did you used to live in the West Village? Well, that's obviously a yes, Maguire, so what happened to this woman?" Scraggle finally says, "Could you cut it out with all the questions?" Sarah asks (getting tearful), "Why do you have to be such a mystery? It's like you're not even here. I'm just trying to make some sort of connection." Scraggle says he's not interested in making connections at this time, and Sarah tells him that's not a good answer. I guess a "good answer" would be everyone spilling their guts to a dinner-heavy-tummy-tee-wearing-chick who seems to feel she has right to the information. "Why are you alone, Maguire? 'Cause I know why I'm alone. [Oh, we're going to talk about you? Oh, goody.] I don't have a choice. I can't go home because then that defeats the whole purpose of what I'm doing here. But why are you alone? Why aren't you with that Jessica person? Where's your family, why don't you have a place to go on Thanksgiving?" Scraggle says, "It's 'cause I like it that way." Sarah doesn't believe this and tells him so. Scraggle asks, "Based on what?" Sarah answers, "Immediate personal experience." Sarah goes on to say that this is the first time she's ever been alone and that the holidays make it worse and that she's lonely. Scraggle is silent. Sarah says, "I'm standing right here in front of you and I'm really lonely." Scraggle still says nothing, so Sarah tearfully bids him goodnight and goes to her room. Maybe he would have said something if she had taken off her shirt? ["I know what I'd have said." -- Sars]
It's either very early morning or the middle of the night, but Scraggle has made himself a cup of tea, and Sarah comes out and asks him what he is doing. "Jus' thinkin'," Scraggle grunts. Nosy Sarah asks him what he is thinking about, and Scraggle goes into the Jessica saga. Apparently, they lived together as a couple for about three years. Jessica was a law student at NYU, and Scraggle screwed everything up. We don't know how he screwed everything up, because he doesn't explain it, but he states that "she'd have been with me forever. She loved me." Sarah starts to say that he doesn't have to go on (that's a moot point now, I would say, since she has already badgered him about his private life), but Scraggle interrupts her and continues with his Love Story: "One good thing I did, you know, the only one brave thing I did is I promised her that I'd disappear. So she could go on with her life without worrying about me showing up and making things hard again." Sarah makes an understanding noise. Scraggle goes on to say that every once in a while he hears a song or he walks by her street "by mistake" or someone asks him something -- here he fixes Sarah with a look -- and he starts to miss her, and it makes him want to call her. Scraggle ends his story with, "Aw, damn." I foresee Jessica re-entering the picture and making Sarah jealous -- if the show lasts that long. By the way, if he doesn't want any reminders of his Lost Love, then why the hell does he still have the luggage tag with her name and their old address on it? Freak.