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Did you think about
what I suggested we try?

- I did.
- Are you nervous?

Just didn't think you
wanted to try that.

You act like you've
never done it before.

Look, if it goes wrong,
it's just really hard

to look each other in
the face the next morning.

I have weapons manifest,
but my cover's blown.

Coming in hot!

The trick is to relax. Don't clench.

That's easy for you to say.

Is there another way out?

As you know, reinforced glass

is resilient to impact.

But creating a temperature
differential...

fire, then ice...

will create just enough
strain between the layers

that a high-velocity
impact over a small area

- will be magnified.
- Let's go.

So, do you want to do it?

Uh...

For the love of God, man, just tell her

you'll meet her bloody parents!

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- Okay, Mom, Mimi,
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- age 56...
- Well, says she's 52.

Well, she lies about being
vegan also, apparently.

Uh, she loves horror movies, though.

Your dad is Danh, uh, 58.

He, um, uh...

Oh, he loves tennis
and he hates dumplings.

All they care about is if you love me.

Okay? Let's go.

Okay. Uh, Simon.

Simon's your brother,
he's 33, medical examiner.

Golden child.

He hates Jim Carrey, but he loves
Ace Ventura. I don't get that.

What about me? Am I your, uh, boyfriend,

guy you're dating or your lover?

First off, "lover". Ew.

Second, let's avoid labels...
it complicates things, okay?

Besides, I'm not worried
about how you fit in.

I'm worried about how I fit in.

Is that you, baby?

Get in here.

- I thought you were burglars.
- Hi.

It's lovely to meet you, ma'am.

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You don't think it's a little weird

Mac hasn't met Desi's parents yet?

Uh, no. I-I think it's weird
you've been texting him about it

for the last hour.

I'm being a supportive friend.

How about you be a supportive friend

and help me with this security upgrade?

Fair enough.

Hey, Matty. How's the science fair?

Riley, I need that supplemental
background check

you worked up on Eli Brown.

Wow. The kid must've nailed it.

200 geniuses from ten different states,

and Eli beat all of them
with a '69 Chevelle

that runs on hydrogen fuel cells.

Of course, now we have every
tech company in America

down here trying to recruit him.

Copy that. Sending now.

That thing is an abomination.

He's turned a 270-horsepower
V-8 American classic

into a bloody golf cart...

probably sounds like a weasel
dying when you hit the gas.

You know, Matty,

I'm not sure about this...
recruiting civilians,

let alone a child.

He's not a child.

He's a genius who could
probably turn you into a cyborg

- if you paid him enough money.
- Yes,

he's been expelled from
his last six schools.

He's got a complicated past...

makes him a perfect recruit
for the Phoenix.

Phoenix Foundation.

Okay, uh, let me guess.

You guys want me to
make prosthetic wings

for injured bald eagles at
your exotic bird sanctuary.

If it helps to save
the world, then sure.

Hi. I'm Matilda Webber.

I was hoping to speak
with you or your parents.

Foster parents.

They're not here. They travel for work.

Oh, foster mommy and daddy not
here to watch you win first prize?

I always win.

So no big deal, right?

Hey, Eli!

Come on back... there's
someone I want you to meet.

Yeah, yeah. Coming! Sorry. Um...

Look, I got to get back in there
to collect all my trophies,

crush other kids' dreams, et
cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

You guys seem nice, but I have
no interest in saving the world.

You have bigger plans?

I'm gonna make a billion
dollars before I turn 25.

That's cool, but...

a billion dollars doesn't
go as far as it used to.

Okay.

Then I guess I'll make $10 billion.

Start there.

Hey, maybe I'll buy your foundation.

Help you out.

Now I like him.

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Is that you and Desi in kindergarten?

I can't remember.

All righty, then.

Mom just said she could do the splits,

and I thought she was joking,

and then she did the splits.

In the kitchen.

I put her in yoga twice a week
after she threw out her back.

What? When did she throw out her back?

It's fine now.

I took care of it.

Your brother's on the phone a lot.

He doesn't like me, does he?

- That's a tell, right?
- No, it's...

I hope you're hungry, Mac.

We like to judge all
of Desi's boyfriends

by how many spring rolls
they stuff into their face.

All of Desi's boyfriends?

Ah, so many names.

Mom! Can you just at
least let me get drunk

before you humiliate me?

We've been trying to
get Desi to settle down

for a while now, but...

we've just learned...

not to get too attached.

Our kids are just very different.

Simon was always very studious,

honors at medical school, doctor,

- great career...
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's, um, been mentioned.

Many, many times.

Desi's more "just go with the flow",

but we're very proud of her for being,

what, a security guard now?

I work in private security, Dad.

I don't chase skateboarders
around a strip mall.

Hmm?

I really hate not being able
to tell them what we do.

I have to run back to
the office for a while.

Tell Mom and Dad to
start brunch without me.

Wait. Simon.

Where... ?

Where's Simon?

We can't start without Simon!

He had to go back to the office.

And actually, we are gonna go

make a quick stop to the market

to grab some bánh bao buns.

You guys know how much
I love bánh bao buns, huh?

Noticing a distinct lack of buns.

Do you want to tell me what's going on?

My brother's been distant lately,

and I needed somebody
with an objective opinion

to tell me that my training
was making me paranoid.

But even you said that
he was acting weird.

I think he's in some sort of trouble.

Well, you could've just said that.

I really did want you
to meet my parents.

I swear.

Just two birds, one stone, that's...

Well...

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

No excuses. You said you would do it,

and when you didn't...

It's Simon.

I can't make out what they're saying.

When Thomas Edison invented
the microphone in 1876,

he had no idea that something
called a "power drill"

could be used in the same way
a century and a half later.

By harnessing sound waves
through a drill bit,

using a plastic plate, you
can bounce a tiny magnet

around a coil of wire to create
an electrical current,

which then feeds into
a Bluetooth speaker,

thus your very own listening device.

That's a drill.

I know.

It's a morgue drill...

and you touched it.

Gross.

You think this is about you?

We're not going to start with you.

You screw this up, we go
visit your mom and dad.

Well, well, well.

Back for more, huh?

Well, when I see
potential, I don't give up.

Well, a lot of therapists
and foster parents

told me I had potential.

What do you bring to the table?

Focus, teamwork, friends, a lab...

full of people just like you,

so you don't have to work alone anymore.

Matty?

A word?

- I'll be right...
- Please?

Don't leave. I'll be right back.

Are you serious, Russ?

I just had him. I was talking to him.

- You distracted me...
- Jogger in blue.

That's the third time.

We're being watched.

Nobody knows we're here.

Unless it's not us.

Matty! In the car!

Hey, hey, hey, whoa!

- Help!
- Hey!

Help! Help!

Get in!

Any idea who those chaps
are, why they're after you?

No clue.

Aah! God, Desi, where...

Who was he, huh?
That guy that just left.

Simon...

we heard what he said
about your parents.

If you're in some kind of
trouble, I want to help.

Well, that's new. Thanks,
but I'm handling it.

- Doesn't seem like it.
- What are you doing here, Desi?

Why do you suddenly
care about the family?

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Let's just take a breath.

Look, I get it, okay?

Congratulations,
you're the golden child.

I don't give a crap
about that right now.

That guy, he threatened our parents.

I'm not the golden child. I
just didn't take off like you.

- I served my country.
- And I took care of the family.

And you never wanted my help!

- Okay, Desi?
- What?!

Just take a breath, both of you.

Because your parents are in danger,

so you're gonna have to work together.

Simon, please, trust me when I say

that your sister can help.

We can help.

We can.

Okay.

In order to explain this,

I need to pull the files,

introduce you to Mr. Lao.

All right, who's Mr. Lao?

Oh.

This day, huh?

All right, tell them
to prep a safe house.

"Safe house"?

Like a spy safe house?

What is it you guys do again?

So I hit a few different indexes.

Ran Eli's social, came back legit.

But it came from a database of numbers

assigned to people in WITSEC.

Hang on.

You were in witness protection?

No.

His papers were doctored
to hide him in the system.

His foster parents, caseworkers,
none of them had a clue.

Wait, why was I in witness protection?

We don't know yet.

All we know right now

is clearly someone from your past

isn't finished with you.

That has to wait.

Cameras show an SUV
matching the description

of the guys who grabbed Eli

pulling into the lot right now.

How on earth did they find us so fast?

They'd have to track you like we do.

Have access to traffic cameras, CCTV.

Right, well, I'll distract them.

I assume you can drive?

Let me help.

I have an idea.

Well, you seem to think
he's got what it takes.

Let's see.

The cool thing about most
cars' auto-park feature

is that it's easily hacked.

It's only a small jump from
auto-park to auto-drive.

Your phone, please?

Maybe there are two Macs, God help us.

Well, can Mac make a self-driving
car in under two minutes?

- Definitely.
- Uh, come to think of it, yes.

How much time do I have?

Negative time, great.

Great.

Breathe, Eli, okay?

Take a breath.

Start with the basics.

Eli... see if you can turn the
air conditioning on remotely.

Right... air conditioning.

Well done.

All right. Um...

Working to kill the brakes.

Revving the engine.

Potential.

Focus.

Teamwork.

Now, show me what you got.

Thank you.

Riley, I'm sending you the plates now.

I want you to start in the
law enforcement databases.

I mean, these guys
tracked us in record time.

Who else could've accessed the
traffic camera logs so quickly?

Oh, man.

Hey, Matty, you're right.

That car you just stole,
those guys with guns...

they're Feds.

Eli, you're being hunted by the FBI.

Mr. Lao came in last week.

Postal worker.

Preliminary ruling was suicide.

But I think it's murder.

Why would anybody want

- a postal worker dead?
- I don't know.

But...

There's no reason why a hanging
victim would have bruising

above his head and on his back.

Or burst capillaries
around his eyes or mouth.

Maybe the cops didn't find
anything suspicious at the scene,

but were they looking?

I mean, really looking?

All I'm saying is, as
a medical examiner,

I know every body tells a story.

And this one...

it doesn't point towards suicide.

So you delayed filing
the cause of death.

This guy shows up.

He's threatened me a couple times now.

He says I have to sign
off on "suicide" or...

He knows where Mom and Dad live.

You know what, I have an idea.

Simon, you're gonna contact the guy.

No... way.

- It's too dangerous.
- You don't think I can handle myself?

Do you have combat experience?

Des, he's gonna be fine.
We'll have his back.

So, here's what I'm thinking.

Simon contacts the guy, says he'll
I.D. the cause of death as suicide,

but he needs a few hours
to process the paperwork.

Now, that window of
time allows us to comb

the crime scene for the smoking gun

that we need to put this guy away.

Does that work?

I'm in, if you are.

All right.

Let's do it.

So, what exactly would

a government tracking device
look like, in this case?

Well, Sherlock,

anything you wouldn't
normally find in an engine.

I suspect today's provided at least

a little more excitement

than you would normally
expect from a think tank.

I thought you guys just
sat around a WeWork,

philosophizing about world peace.

This is legit.

Maybe after I make my bank,
we will work together.

Ah.

There you are,

you little bugger.

Hey.

Matty.

There it is.

Anybody think legitimate

FBI agents would be
hunting Eli, guns drawn?

Well, considering the
agent who signed out

that vehicle was
suspended from field work,

I'm saying they're dirty.

Right.

So, 12 years ago, someone
placed you in WITSEC.

They created a whole
new identity for you.

The only thing they
didn't falsify was...

your Social Security number that remains

anchored to you for your whole life.

Now, you were a... child then,

so not much use for your Social.

Until now.

Recruiters have been pinging
that number nonstop.

It's no longer dormant.

Somebody's been waiting a very
long time for you to surface.

There were a number of FBI agents

connected to Eli's sealed WITSEC file.

The list is two pages long.

Well, we desperately need

someone connected to the original case

to tell us how Eli wound up
in witness protection, but...

every last one of those names
could be dirty, for all we know.

There is one name from the case

that's no longer with the agency,

so, in theory, we know we can trust him.

Elliot Mason.

Oh, no.

Mason's not gonna help us with this.

And even if he were in a
particularly magnanimous mood,

we don't have the slightest
clue where to find him.

Actually,

I might.

Hello, Mason.

Hands!

Let me see your hands.

Well, it took you long enough.

That ridiculous cell
phone trace of yours

was screwing up my reception.

If you knew that we were
tracing your cell phone,

why didn't you ditch your device?

'Cause I thought it'd be
beneficial to all of us

if we met one last time

so that I could tell you to your face.

My son is dead.

MacGyver's father is dead.

I have no interest in coming after you.

In fact, I have no interest
in you whatsoever.

I have a few beautiful chapters left

in an otherwise very simple life.

So, thank you.

Now, get out.

Well, even if you have a simple life,

you have a very complicated past.

Xiang.

I'll never get over that eerie feeling

of being inside a murder victim's home.

They always smell like
iodine from Forensics.

Smell stays with you.

You visit a lot of murder scenes

in the world of private security?

Look at all these friends.

Who would have had a motive
for killing Mr. Lao?

Maybe he saw something on his mail route

he wasn't supposed to see.

Or maybe he had some gambling debts.

Or maybe it was something more personal.

This Vietnamese market.

Mom and Dad used to
shop there all the time.

They still do.

Who do you think takes 'em every Sunday?

You've got that look.

Well, take a look at these photos.

They're not just casual shots

of food and random people.

They're with all the
owners of the stalls.

Like Mr. Lao had a personal
relationship with them.

There's a shell corporation
that connects Mr. Lao

to the license of the Vietnamese market.

But we're not sure what
that means yet, and...

Oh, you will not believe this.

Mr. Lao wasn't just a mailman.

On paper, he was a multimillionaire.

All the land that
Vietnamese market sits on,

Benjamin Charles Lao
inherited it 30 years ago.

And he never sold it.

He probably wanted to
preserve it for the community.

He had offers.

Over a dozen real estate firms

bidding on that property over the years.

Who made the last offer?

Port Madison Inc.

Some real estate firm out of Sacramento.

Whoa.

There's all kinds of

lawsuits and criminal
investigations around them.

A massive land deal they
can buy up at auction.

Sounds like a motive to me.

But how does that help?

We still need physical
evidence of the killer,

and this whole place
has been scrubbed down

to make it look like a suicide.

Unless...

Oxygenated bleach?

No way.

Check for a laundry room.

I'll check the kitchen.

Did you hear that little dig
he tried to get in earlier?

You know, I brought
you to meet my family

so I could have a little
emotional backup.

I thought you brought me
here for my objective opinion.

I lied.

Well, you're gonna get it anyways.

And you're not gonna like it.

I would be more a part of their lives

if I could just share mine.

It's not the job that's
getting in the way

of you being a part of their lives.

Found it.

Perfect.

You two nerds want to fill me in?

Oxygenated bleach is the only kind

that actually removes
blood stains completely.

But it also stains certain
types of fabric and wood.

Mr. Lao didn't have any
wounds that would bleed.

So the blood that was cleaned up
must have come from the killer,

which means there was a struggle.

Yes. So his DNA is
around here somewhere.

We just got to find it.

I've known you since
you were five years old.

But before I get started,

there's something I must tell you.

Your parents,

your real mother and father,
are no longer with us.

I'm sorry. They passed.

Tell me about them.

They were Chinese nationals

living here in the United States.

They had connections to the
Chinese Defense Ministry.

Were they smart?

They were, yes. They were brilliant.

They were kind. They were generous.

I would even call them heroes.

They loved you.

My partner Joshua and I were
counterintelligence to the FBI.

Parents secretly came
to us with intel regarding

a Chinese mole in the Bureau.

In exchange for that intel,
they wanted to defect.

Instead, we convinced
them to work for us.

My parents were spies?

Yeah.

And I regret it.

Because if they defected,
they'd be alive today.

But we needed their help. We had a mole,

but we didn't know who.

Your parents were collecting
encrypted communication

between themselves and the mole.

I think they discovered the mole,

but the mole discovered them.

They could have called me or Joshua,

but they didn't trust
anybody in the Bureau.

So they picked you up, and they bolted.

They hid out for three days.
By the time I got to them,

they were on the run again.

When I finally found them...

... it was too late.

I tried to save them, but...

But the mole killed them.

Yeah.

I put you in WITSEC.

I buried your identity.

I altered your file so
that no one in the Bureau,

not even the traitor, could find you.

I even lost touch with you.

Then again, we never
found the mole, either.

But if anybody's looking
for you, it's got to be him,

and he'd be pretty high
up in the Bureau by now.

You saved my life.

What does the mole want with Eli, Mason?

I mean, what are they after?

There's one loose end.

The encrypted communication between

his parents and that mole.

It's on a burner phone.

Would expose his identity,
his entire network.

We never found it.

He was on the run with
his folks for three days.

Hiding out.

They would have kept
that phone as collateral.

They would have stashed it someplace.

So, the mole thinks Eli
might remember where.

I was five.

How am I supposed to remember
where my parents stashed a phone?

We have to find that phone,

or these people will
never stop hunting you.

In psyops, we learn that memories

are deeply linked to the amygdala,

the physical senses...
sight, taste, smell.

Recreating those senses can...

You can get even deeper memories.

If we take Eli

back to the location where
his parents were murdered...

Then you can walk him backwards
and help him remember

where his parents might
have hidden that phone.

That might work.

I'll draw you a map.

No, Mason.

We can't solve this without you.

I mean, nobody knows
this case better than you.

I told you, I'm done.

You owe us.

You burned our servers.

You killed Charlie.

In payback for the death of my son.

And then I saved MacGyver,

so in my book, you owe me.

Think of your son.

He's dead. I never
stop thinking about him.

Then do you think your son would
have wanted you to help Eli?

Russ.

Russ.

Here! This table was
bumped to the right.

The indentations in the rug
are a couple inches off.

Yeah.

This chair has an indentation
in the rug slightly to my right,

and this table, slightly to my left.

Okay, so...

Simon, can you stand right here?

Desi, you're the killer.

So, killer enters the room,

immediately grabs Mr. Lao,
pushing him back into the table.

It knocks it back a little bit.

Now Mr. Lao fights
back, grabs the killer,

pushing him back through
the table and the chair.

Now, where do they go?

Here.

Aha. Their momentum carries
them back into the mantle.

Then they fall, but where?

Didn't you say that Lao had,
uh, bruising above his hairline?

Mm-hmm.

They bounce off, stumble backwards.

Lao hits his head on
the leg of that table.

Based on the angle of descent,

the killer would have fallen...

into the vent.

Many HVAC systems

use an electrostatic charge as a filter

to pull out fine particles
from the air of your home.

All sorts of materials interact

with this sort of charge: water,

metals and, as we all know

from winter days...

Hair.

Red hair.

That's what I call a smoking gun.

Go.

Quick, Des, get their plates.

What kind of think
tank teaches you that?

Sedan's registered to Port Madison Inc.

- They found you.
- Simon, go to the police.

Tell 'em what we found...
the blood, the hair.

Mac and I will go get Mom and Dad. Go!

Any of this look or
feel familiar to you?

Is this where my parents died?

Yeah.

Physical locations can be a
strong trigger for memories.

Eli,

I want you to go stand
next to the tree, okay?

And just like before,

slow your breath.

Now I want you to touch the tree.

Feel the bark underneath your fingers.

Now...

What do you feel?

I'm sorry. Um,

look, I didn't even know
I'd met my birth parents.

I don't think this is gonna work.

Look, memories can be hazy.

But violent, stressful acts
are so well coded,

so written into our beings
forevermore, they're indelible.

You know this.

You've lived it.

Eli, you can do this, okay?

Close your eyes and take a breath.

It was dark.

It was dark,

- and my parents were arguing.
- I'm going...

The more small details you can recall,

the easier it'll be for you
to remember the big things.

Well...

I had ice cream. My face was all sticky,

- and so were the sleeves of my shirt.
- Okay.

That's good. Let's stay
with the ice cream.

Eli, think about the flavor.

The scent.

It was strawberry.

Strawberry ice cream from this place

with a black-and-white sign.

I loved it there 'cause you
could hear the train whistle.

A train whistle. Okay.

Good. Think about outside
the ice cream parlor.

I wanted to go back

to a yellow brick building.

'Cause it was safe there.

But my mom said no,

and we got in the car.

Go faster, go faster.

They're gaining on us.

I think they're gaining on us.

You.

You were the one chasing us.

You're the reason my parents are dead.

I'm the reason you're still alive, kid.

No, it was you!

Listen to me. Listen to me.

Yeah, I was there!
Yes. Yes, I was there.

I was alone without backup.

Joshua was following one lead.

I was following the other.
By the time I got here,

your parents were already dead.

I had one split-second decision to make:

- save you or chase that SUV.
- No, no, you're lying.

- You're lying!
- Save... save you or chase that SUV.

- Shut up! You're a liar!
- Let him go.

They must have been keeping surveillance

on your brother, and
when he didn't go home,

it rang alarm bells.

Hello?

Mom, listen, you and Dad
need to lock the doors

and hide until I get there, okay?

Where's Simon? Is he with you?

I'll explain everything
later, okay? I promise.

Just do it.

Riley, get me every ice cream parlor

between the family's
permanent residence in Pinecliff

and this location.

He said he'd been to that
ice cream parlor several times.

Copy that.

Eli said he wanted to go back
to the yellow brick building.

That's a place where he
felt safe during the chaos.

That must have been where the family

was hiding out during this ordeal.

Okay, adding to the
search. Hostels, motels,

apartment buildings with
a yellow brick exterior,

located near an ice cream
parlor within driving range.

Got it.

They must have been at the
Pinecliff Road Apartments.

The building's closed now.

It's being refitted for condos.

Located near a creamery
that's since been closed down

half a mile from a train station.

Well, I'll be damned.

After 12 years,

this kid is gonna get
to finally close the book.

Yes, he will.

Let's go tell him.

Eli?

He's gone.

Eli?!

Eli?!

Help! Help! Help!

- Eli!
- Help!

They got him. Let's go.

Xiang.

I had every faith our roads
would intersect again.

Now all we have to do

is get into that big old brain of yours,

see what you remember.

Sound like a plan?

Oh, Desiree, you should've
announced yourselves!

Your father could've killed
your friend, your friend...

I'm sorry, what's your name?

Uh, MacGyver... Mac.
No need to apologize.

What you said to your mother
on the phone was very upsetting!

And why is he barricading my door?!

There are some violent
people after us. After you.

- After us?
- I'll explain later.

Where's my Simon? Is he safe?

Mom, Dad, go hide.

Don't come out no matter what you hear.

Please, go!

Come on, come on.

- Mac.
- Come on.

Security camera across the street

gives me movement on the third floor.

Question is, which one?

Can't just start banging in doors.

Hey.

Somebody spilled some
varnish. I need your light.

Good boy.

Door.

Somebody forgot to
check their blind spot.

Joshua.

You know me well enough, partner,

to know I'm not bluffing.

Nobody gets out of here alive

until I get that burner phone.

So, where is it, kid?

Desi? Call the police.

Get back upstairs.

Oh!

Take what you want!

Just get out of here and leave us alone!

Desi? What are you doing?

Do not touch my dad!

Let's go. Move it.

You okay?

Oh! Desi!

Oh!

Who the hell are you?

Aah!

Is that my mini vacuum?

Yeah. I can, I can fix it.

I swear. I do it all the time.

I walk out of here

with the burner phone,

and you can have the kid.

That kid does not remember where
the burner phone is, Joshua.

Well, he better think real hard.

I'll trade you.

The kid for me.

What am I supposed to do with you?

Bring me in.

I'm a wanted man. You'll be a hero.

Me for the kid. Come on.

After all these years,

you still think you're the
smartest one in the room?

I made you an offer, Joshua.

You're in charge here.

Eli, get down!

No!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey!

Is he dead?

I'm all right, kid.

Yeah.

You got what you want.

One more thing. Can
I have my own office?

You'll be in the lab
with everybody else.

It's a very, very nice lab.

But don't ask about the salary

because it's terrible.

What about Mason?

He just disappeared

before I could even say thank you.

Mason isn't exactly in
the FBI's good graces.

But he did give me this.

When your parents were on the run,

they loaded their burner phone

with everything valuable to them,

from encrypted communication
with a Chinese mole

to photos of their one and only son.

Thanks.

So, that lad is our future
at the Phoenix, is he?

"Our"?

Oh, whatever.

Remember when you missed
that championship goal

and you kicked a dent in your dad's car?

You used to be...

so small.

And now you're so... not.

I'm sorry I don't come
around more often.

I just...

You're busy. Don't apologize.

And after we saw

you do what you did today...

We know, whatever it
is, it must be important.

And dangerous.

We're sorry we ever doubted you.

Uh...

How about I stick around
for a couple days?

I'll take you guys to the market.

Or maybe some yoga and
do some downward dog.

You can invite your new boyfriend.

He's very...

different.

Yeah, he is.

Oh...

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