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A fair question one could have is--

how did our Toby Fleishman-- devoted friend,

healer of the ill, registered feminist ally--

end up in a Staten Island basement

betting odds on a midnight supermodel fight club?

Well... after his breakdown at the hospital,

he was suddenly all cried out.

And in the vacuum of the silence that remained,

his loneliness became a void.

Except instead of an absence, it was a presence.

Oh.

Oof.

I hate this place.

Even doing some of his favorite activities

didn't help.

Excuse me, sir.

Oh, hi, yeah.

Um, can I get the chopped salad--

Yeah, I-I'm so sorry.

Would you mind moving to the bar?

I have a party of four waiting.

Yeah, I ju-- um...

I hate eating at the bar.

Yeah, of course. Sure.

Thanks. Yeah, I can do it. Thank you.

Yeah, thanks.

And you're sure I can't-- Yeah.

Fine. Okay.

Right this way.

He tried going to his favorite place.

There was an exhibit there

he'd been looking forward to all summer.

Welcome to the American Museum of Natural History.

Vantablack was a lab-created material

that was said to be the darkest black in existence.

This way, please. It was created for the military

to help hide satellites and jets from detection,

and it is so dark

that you're not even allowed to use it, legally.

What was-- that was crazy.

I did not expect that.

It is the closest you can get

to a physical manifestation of the void.

♪ Ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah-ah-ah ♪

How was it still July?

♪ Ah ♪

How many more days until the fall?

How many more days until his kids returned?

You can see the-- Finally, it was the work week.

And finally, finally, he was too busy to feel anything.

But when the day came to an end,

as it always eventually did,

he was left to face another endless night.

Ooh! Well, I just think--

Guys. Hey.

Oh, hey.

Hi. Hi.

You know, you guys have been doing, uh,

such a great job lately, I was thinking I'd like to

engage in-- in an age-old tradition

and take you out for a drink tonight.

I have a date. Um...

And I have to-- I'm studying for boards.

And I'm in Clay's study group.

No, that's cool. So, I'll be, uh--

Yeah, maybe, like, another time or whatever.

Doesn't matter. Yeah.

Yeah.

Code pink-- third floor.

Toby's loneliness was now a monster.

The story is, they get to the glacier...

...and the karate master,

who's like a Yoda figure,

but is also somehow the tango champion of Spain--

Hang on. My man!

Hey. Yeah, no, I was just wondering

what you're doing tonight.

Well, my boy Brian just got dumped,

so we're taking him out for a drink.

Oh, okay. That's too bad.

Yeah, you should come.

I don't think I know Brian.

Of course you do.

Do you have a pen? Take this down.

A little closer.

Keep your left arm straight.

Giddy-up!

That was exhilarating.

I can't believe they have a whole gym just for golf.

And it's huge.

We probably could have just played, you know,

like, real golf. It's time?

Ah! Come on.

What? What are we doing?

Annual Britney/Justin dance-off re-enactment.

Wait. What? Come on.

Come on, Britney!

Let's go, Britney! Whoo!

I don't really understand how you, like, win a dance-off.

Is it who dances better or, like-- or, like, feistier?

Whoo! It doesn't matter, Toby.

I always thought the Justin/Britney dance-off

was an urban legend. Are you kidding?

This was a defining moment in American pop history.

What time is it?

Uh, 1:37.

Shit! We're late.

Wait. Late for what?

Come on! Get up! Get up!

Oh, shit! Choke her!

Is this totally kosher, like, watching two women--

- Toby! - Yes.

Do you not have enough problems?

No, no, I have enough problems.

Enjoy this. It's one of the solutions.

Okay.

Yes!

Get up! Get up!

Okay. Oh! We gotta go. We gotta go.

I don't know if my guy won yet.

What's happening?

What is wrong with seeing what you're eating?

It's a sensory experience. It's to feel the food,

to really experience the moment, you know?

Well, you know, I have a shellfish allergy.

Do they know that? I mean, who do I tell?

You're thinking too hard.

You've never experienced anything like this.

Yeah, you've never experienced anaphylaxis.

Try to enjoy it.

I am. I am enjoying it.

I'm enjoying it.

Oh, no. What?

I-I gotta pee.

I have not been up this late-- or this early--

since medical school.

Wait. So, let me just get this.

So, that-- When you say that you're just, like,

going out for a drink, like, that's what happens?

Sometimes. Amazing.

Oh, hey, one sec.

What? Hey, man.

Can I grab two of those off of you?

Sure. $10 cool?

Thanks. Thank you, sir.

That is so cool.

All right, so what now?

Now we go home. Okay.

You want to end this before the joggers come out

and you start questioning how you're living your life.

Okay. All right.

I'll see you later?

Yeah. Good night. Thank you.

Oh, um, sorry.

I can't actually eat this, but thank you.

Okay, you got it.

It was never clear to Toby

how long you were supposed to watch a sunrise for.

And without thought, the loneliness returned.

The moment was gone.

He couldn't even hold on to it,

because you hold on to it by sharing it.

He still had so much love and nowhere to put it.

U up?

So, what were you doing out so late?

Well, you know, I have this, uh,

friend, Seth, and he, um...

You know, actually, my--

my kids are away, and, um,

I've been having, like, a tough time just--

just lately, actually.

Turn over.

Just do it.

Okay.

Okay, what is that?

Now, tell me what I'm spelling.

Okay. Um...

I think that-- I think that's a "T."

Later, he wouldn't remember

what she spelled out on to his back.

That's either an "A" or an "H."

He would only remember thinking how strange it was

for someone to be doing something like this for him,

something nice,

where he was the only recipient of the niceness.

That's definitely an "A."

He couldn't remember one time

where that had ever happened to him.

So, I guess we're not going out to eat.

I gotta be somewhere.

Okay. I kind of just want to know

what I'm getting into here.

We're having fun, aren't we?

Yeah, we-- It's fun.

You know, it's weird.

Okay, listen. Yeah?

My husband is an anchor on a conservative news network.

You would know him.

Is it Tucker Carlson?

Uh, it doesn't matter.

You can look it up. I am not allowed to say.

All right, fine, but were you married to Tucker Carlson?

Because-- Just listen.

I was married,

and we always had this weird relationship.

He was a very religious Christian.

I was Jewish. My parents are conservative.

Lower-case "C," but also upper-case, you know?

Mm-hmm.

And my parents, when they came from Iran,

they had all these ideas of what a girl should be.

She should be shy, never let anyone touch her,

never touch herself. Sure, yeah.

You know? Yeah.

And my husband hated sex.

I was a virgin when I married him.

I was such a good little girl.

And so I just thought there was something wrong with me

that I wanted to have sex so much.

Anyway, I came home one day early

from some dumb fundraiser, and I walk in,

and his assistant is giving him a blow job.

Wow. His male assistant.

Ah. I see.

So, his job has a morality clause,

and being gay is immoral.

Oh, yikes.

This is them, not me, obviously.

Yeah, no, right.

And so he pays for my life and all of this,

and I still, on occasion, have to go with him

to events and awards shows.

I'm not really divorced.

Not technically.

But we're-- we're done.

Yeah, but, I mean, is it worth it,

not having your freedom, not being able to start over?

And you're so free?

Yeah. I'm divorced.

I signed the papers.

I have the freedom to move on, yeah.

Being divorced doesn't make you any less married.

I gotta go.

Yeah. Oh. Yeah, me too.

What's up, man? What's up?

Aww.

Hello. Hi.

Okay, that's good. Now stay with me.

Stay with me.

This was what he needed--

someone loyal,

someone to bring the family together

and replace what they had lost.

What he'd lost.

It's like I have this book, right?

And it's, like, right beyond my fingers, in my head, but...

I never actually do anything about it.

Well, what's it about?

Maybe it'll be about smoking.

I'd read that. Yeah.

You know, I read once that people who have affairs--

they're not really trying to betray their partners

and they're not really in love with someone else,

but they're trying to find who they are again.

They're trying to go back to the moment

when they were last themselves.

That's what I think about your smoking.

Hmm.

That's actually a very insightful thing to say.

I'm a very insightful guy.

I guess so.

Hello.

What is this? What did you do?

This is Bubbles, Bubbles Fleishman.

Bubbles, say hello.

You felt like you finally had an empty house

and a few weeks of freedom, and it was just too much.

It was. It was overwhelming.

Yes, say hi to Seth. Hi.

And say hi to Libby, who we love, too.

Mm-hmm.

You're a very nice person.

Yes, you know, the kids have wanted a dog for a long time.

Hannah always said she wanted a dachshund named Bubbles

since she was like 3.

And I think I can have the dog house-trained

by the time they get back home.

Such a divorced-dad thing.

I am such a divorced dad.

You realize that that's a lifelong commitment, right?

Like, you have to take care of that or it dies.

Yeah, I know. I know. I hear you.

I'm sorry I was, like, shitty to you, okay?

What is going on?

Can I just say, you will never believe what we did last night.

Oh, last-- Another night that I didn't get invited to.

Awesome! It was incredible.

Like, we owned the city. We went everywhere.

I think we ate an endangered species.

- Ew. - No, no, no, it was amazing.

It was like-- like the world existed just for us.

It's weird. I never, like-- I never, like,

understood that life, but now I think

I want every night of my life to do that.

It was glorious.

Yeah. What? Right, Seth?

- I don't know. - What-- what do you mean?

We had a time. Did we not have a time?

Yeah, no, no, no. We did, we did.

I don't know. I'm just kind of depressed.

Y-You?

Really? You're depressed?

I can't be depressed?

Yeah, I don't know. You have this, like, great life.

Okay. What happened?

What happened is, I got fired.

What happened is that I wear a suit all day

because I might get a job interview

and I'm 41 and I have no one to cry to.

I don't know, I turned around and realized

that the brokers who are 15 years younger than me

are the only friends I had.

- What about us? - Yeah.

Yeah, I know. Like I said, can't I just be depressed?

Wait. But we, like-- We had the night of our lives.

Did we not? I don't know, dude.

That was like a Monday for me.

Oh, my God.

What the hell is that?

It's just incense, Dad. Don't worry about it.

My job was supposed to be failsafe.

Nothing-- Nothing is failsafe.

Yeah, but I didn't do anything.

If you didn't do anything, then you should sue.

I don't want to talk about it.

Did you tell Vanessa yet?

How can I tell Vanessa? It's too late.

- Oh. - I have to break up with her.

Are you crazy?

Well, I would have to admit I lied.

I would have to apologize.

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

Actually, in my experience, it's divorce

that means never having to say you're sorry, yeah.

- Oh. - Yes, he's right.

Every relationship I've ever had

is a girl asking me to apologize all the time.

Mm, kind of a strange way of maybe looking

at your ongoing issues with women, but sure.

I don't want to talk about it, like I said.

Oh, shit. I have to go.

My flight leaves in like four hours.

Oh, you are gonna have a great time.

Where you going?

Oh, I love it there.

Mm-hmm. Bye, guys.

The multinational mass media and entertainment

conglomerate that features several amusement parks

as its profit center would rather

I didn't mention it by name.

Come on, in the car.

Thank you. I'm sorry.

I've just got to get a few things, okay?

- I did it. You're late. - I know. I just--

- Let's go! - I'm gonna run upstairs.

I'm gonna do deodorant. I'll be right back.

I had this timed to the minute, Lib.

I'll be right back!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

That's okay.

At least you got the restaurant reservations.

Right.

Newark Airport, right?

The multinational mass media and entertainment

conglomerate that features several amusement parks

as its profit center would rather

I not depict scenes from this vacation.

So instead of telling you about my trip to there,

I will use this time to tell you about my trip to here,

meaning how I got here to this place in my life.

I worked at a men's magazine,

the only place I ever wanted to work.

It's really ingenious.

Masterful. Killed it.

I loved it there.

I was an editorial assistant, then a news assistant.

Hey, you're taking notes, right?

Yeah.

All I wanted was to be a writer with my stories up there.

To write those stories seemed to me

to be the closest approximation of actually living.

Or, more specifically, what I wanted

was to be Archer Sylvan, our most marquee writer,

who wrote bombastic, wild stories

that stopped the world for a week

after they were published.

Archer spanned the globe

digging up unbelievable characters

and telling a story that felt like you were being gripped

by the lapels and shouted at.

Of course, The Heart is a Lonely Dinner

was his most famous story.

It won the National Magazine Award

the year it was published and was a Pulitzer finalist.

My favorite of his books, Decoupling,

was a National Book Award- winning scandal,

a gonzo account of a year in the life

of a divorced man in 1979.

You like that one, huh? Okay, good.

As the years went on, though, Archer,

who had once been everyone's delight,

became the subject of evermore controversy.

Well, what would you say to people

who thought that only showing one side of the divorce

gave women short shrift?

I mean, come on, Jake.

Have you ever asked a woman what her divorce was like?

How do you mean?

I don't get the joke.

All right, well, I'm saying it's the same old thing,

the same story.

Uh, "He did me wrong. He cheated on me.

He doesn't respect me."

I'm tired of that story.

I wanted to write the story of a person's soul.

So a woman doesn't have a soul?

I didn't say that.

I'm saying that you can't get to the truth of a thing

if you ask her.

So women don't tell the truth?

Now, see, this is what critics take issue with

about you, Archer.

You wrote about a man's divorce,

taking his word for everything,

never interviewed the woman to verify anything.

It's not the same thing.

Well, they're reissuing the book, Jake.

That's got to count for something.

Some of the lines that were now considered unspeakable

were edited out of later editions,

but they didn't fix its iconic last line.

"The bitch will try to get you every time."

But I didn't care.

I forgave anything that was as exciting and angry

and urgent as this.

Hey, Archer.

Hey. I work, uh--

I work at the magazine.

I've never seen you there.

Oh, well, I'm-- I'm such a huge fan of yours.

I had to just come and hear you--

see you-- see you speak.

Right. That piece that you wrote

about the Fountain of Youth in the Andes-- that story--

it completely changed my life when I read it.

It was, um-- What's your name?

Libby Slater.

Here you go. Thank you.

- Hey. - Hi.

Good night, sweetie. Sorry. Good night.

This way.

Hi.

Almost 15 years later,

I was still jogging in place at the magazine.

And the magazine was still celebrating Archer.

It was always the next story for me

that was going to be the big one.

I was always just about to break out.

My fingers attracted the blood--

you know, attracted the tiger sharks.

And I kept telling them,

"I didn't mean to run with the bulls.

I was doing a story on these bank robbers

when they started getting chased by the cops."

That's when I saw the most beautiful woman

I'd ever seen before.

Don't ask me how old she was.

She lived outside the realm of time.

All right, all right!

If you insist! I'm gonna read one page.

We should be thinking that for you,

because she's a child star,

but she's not really a girl, right?

I don't know, Glenn.

I mean, why can't I do something more like

what Archer does?

Archer is Archer. You know that.

- I know. - Everyone wants to be Archer.

He's the house style.

Let's get you something good.

Um, uh...

NFL cheerleader coaches.

NFL cheerleader coaches?

- Tony Bennett? - Tony Bennett?

He's turning 85. It might be surprising.

Surpri-- Like what?

He-might-die-during-the- interview surprising?

It's the legend.

Lib, you killed that Instagram story.

- Thank you. - Killed it, murdered it.

Destroyed. I'm in awe.

Steiner was just sent to Cuba on a Castro story.

You're kidding.

- Steiner! - Hey, buddy.

That guy has been here for six months!

He came over from GQ.

He was there for two years.

He's got a voice.

I have a voice.

You know what I mean, Libby.

So, you have a dinosaur whose work has aged like milk,

and you're what?

Like, grooming a baby dinosaur?

Let's get you on a new story.

I had first read Decoupling in college.

In fact, I had given it to Toby in Israel,

and he'd become an Archer Sylvan obsessive, too.

That night, I reread Archer's collection.

I'd been at the magazine for 15 years by then.

It had taken me to right exactly that party

to realize that I was no longer moving forward.

I was completely stalled.

What's going on?

I don't know.

I'm lost. I don't know what I'm doing.

Why? What happened?

I just was rereading The Heart is a Lonely Dinner.

I just-- I don't know.

I always thought, like, I--

If I write good stories, if I proved myself...

...then one day, they're gonna send me

to the top of the mountain

to eat the still-beating heart of the ox.

And I'll know the secret to life.

You'll get there. You will.

I won't, I won't, I won't. I won't. I won't.

I'm not even close.

Oh, God, I can't believe I'm saying this, but...

...I think I have to leave.

Listen.

Come here.

Listen.

Those guys who embody the ethic of the magazine--

they're blowhards.

They come to you when they want a good story

without the pages soaked in blood.

They come to me when they want a story

that's filed on time.

They do. I want to soak my pages in blood.

You know, I want people to read my stories

and cry and rend their garments.

- They will. - They don't!

They don't. They don't!

God.

I just feel so stupid.

I was never in the game.

You could be a great writer at a men's magazine,

but no matter how hard you work,

if you're a woman, you can't be a man.

It's like I don't even feel like anybody reads anything

I write unless it's about a man.

I'll write a novel.

But now it's two years later.

I haven't once even opened a blank page

and made an attempt.

And here's the secret of my vacation--

that while we were on the rides and standing in lines

and taking pictures, I wasn't really with my family.

I wasn't in Florida.

I wasn't on an airplane.

I wasn't at a themed restaurant, begging a hostess

for a reservation everyone in the world

knew to make weeks before, but not me.

I wasn't even at home, unloading the car.

I don't know what to do with you.

I was with Toby.

Oh, shit!

Come here.

Okay. Here we go.

Okay.

Okay, come on.

Okay. It's okay.

Go pee. Go pee. Go pee. Go pee.

Okay, there you go. Go pee.

Come on. Okay.

- She's so cute. - Oh, hey.

Thank you so much, yeah.

What's her name?

Oh, it's actually, uh-- it's actually a boy.

People do think it's a girl, but it's actually a boy.

- Oh. - Uh, Bubbles.

Maybe that's why they think it's a girl.

Yeah, maybe.

Shit. Sorry.

Shit. It's my kids' camp.

Hello. Dr. Fleishman.

Are the-- Yeah, are the kids okay?

Wait. No. Sorry. You have to tell me.

Now? I'm sorry. I have a job.

But can you please just at least tell me, like, the nature--

Yeah, I don't even have a car. How am I supposed to--

Yeah, fine. That's fine.

I'll-- I'll be in as soon as possible.

Yeah, thanks.

You need to clean up that dog shit.

What?

Shit. Uh...

Hi. - Hey.

Thank you for coming, truly.

I was taking the day off anyway.

Oh, yeah? Everything okay?

I don't know. That douchebag camp director

wouldn't tell me anything. It's Bubbles!

I'm sure everything's fine.

How could it be fine? How could anything be fine?

Do you remember the times a parent

had to pick up a kid from camp?

Michael Goldstein?

When he urinated on Scott Messinger.

Yeah, exactly.

Don't worry. Children are resilient.

He wondered why people say that.

Children are actually not resilient.

They're children.

Just because they don't jump off a bridge

doesn't mean they're resilient.

♪ This is my fight song ♪

♪ Take-back-my-life song, prove I'm alr-- ♪

♪ And I'm giving it my all ♪

♪ But I'm not the guy you're taking home ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ I keep dancing on my own ♪

Mr. Fleishman. Mm-hmm.

Everything's fine. Hannah's fine.

But she did take, uh,

an unfortunate picture with her phone,

and she shared it with a young man.

What? What kind of picture?

Well, it was a very suggestive picture.

Um, the boy shared it with his friends.

He shared it with his friends.

And what does "suggestive" mean?

Well, it was, uh-- It wasn't appropriate.

Um, I'll let you discuss it with Hannah.

But suffice it to say,

it violated our camper code of conduct.

Yeah, I'm not really interested in the camper code of conduct.

Is she okay?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I-I said that. She's fine.

Where is she? I want to see my daughter.

- She's packing up her things. - Right. And, um--

And what's happening to him?

- To? - To the kid.

- Well, Mr. Fleishman-- - Actually, it's Dr. Fleishman.

Okay. Well, he's not the one that took the photo, so--

Right. So nothing's happening to him.

He didn't violate any of your policies or any of your rules?

- Well, right now, um... - Yeah.

...h-his parents are in Switzerland,

so we talked to him.

How nice. How nice for them.

Okay, where is she?

Hannahbear.

Come here. Come here, come here.

Oh, honey.

I know there's so little I can say to make this better,

but... here.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

Honey, it won't always feel this bad, okay?

I just want to go.

Yeah, no, I understand, I understand.

We'll go, we'll go.

Hey, where-- where is Solly?

He's in Chipmunks.

I was having a great time.

I know, but your sister had some problems,

and I can't leave you here,

not with the way they handled it.

Wait. I forgot.

I have to get something from the art room.

Yeah, go ahead.

Throw it!

Go, go, go!

Mm.

Go to the car, honey.

Actually, give me your phone and then go to the car.

Mm.

Um, one minute. One second.

Um, Mr. Fleishman.

Mr. Fleishman. Hey!

One day, you will understand the breadth

of what a piece of shit you are.

And I hope I'm there to see you

when you realize you're worthless.

Um, Mr. Fleishman--

It's Dr. Fleishman, you dipshit.

Are we going to your or Mom's house?

Um...

Hey, guys, could I, um-- Can I talk to you for a second?

Could we go sit down, actually?

What is it?

Uh, well, it's-- it's your mother.

I mean, she's fine. She's fine.

Or at least I think she's fine.

But, um-- No, it's fine.

Here, come here, come here, come here.

But, um... well, she's having some issues, okay?

And she's taking some time right now.

Here, sit down.

What-- What does that mean?

Well, it means you'll be with me full-time

for the foreseeable future.

W-What does that mean?

Um...

Your mother has decided to, like,

not be in our lives so much.

She's not on a business trip.

She, um...

She, uh-- She dropped you off that day

and she doesn't appear to be coming back to pick you up.

Mnh-mnh. No.

No, she wouldn't do that.

No, I know it seems impossible.

I mean, no, it seems that way to me, too.

But I just, like--

I don't know how to, like, protect you from this.

I tried. I sent you to camp.

I thought it would resolve, but...

I can't keep lying to you, okay?

The children reacted the same way they did

when they told them about the divorce--

with questions about survival.

He tried to answer honestly.

Yes, you will probably see her again.

Yes, they'll manage.

Yes, he's sorry.

He's so sorry.

♪ Like a small boat ♪

♪ In the ocean ♪

♪ Sending big waves ♪

♪ Into motion ♪

♪ Like how a single word ♪

♪ Can make a heart open ♪

♪ I might only have one match ♪

♪ But I can make an explosion ♪

♪ All those things I didn't say ♪

♪ Wrecking balls inside my brain ♪

♪ I will scream them loud tonight ♪

♪ Can you hear my voice this time? ♪

♪ This is my fight song ♪

♪ Take-back-my-life song ♪

♪ Prove-I'm-all-right song ♪

♪ My power's turned on ♪

♪ Starting right now I'll be strong ♪

♪ I'll play my fight song ♪

♪ And I don't really care if nobody else believes ♪

♪ 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me ♪

♪ 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me ♪

Wait. You didn't.

No way!

Oh!

Hi! Hi! Hi!

Oh, my goodness!

Hi!

You named him Bubbles, didn't you?

- Hi, Bubbles. Oh! - Hi, Bubbles!

- Oh, who's a good girl? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh!

People always say to use the pasta water,

but I'm never sure what that means.

Like, when do you put it in?

I just put the sauce on.

It smells really good. My dad never makes pasta.

You doing okay?

I'm better.

Okay, dinner!

Mm. Great.

May a pox break out at this summer camp

that's only ever outdone by a concurrent plague

of termites and venereal disease.

Termites? - Yes.

Can you pass the spaghetti?

All right! Looks good. Thank you.

You know, I knew your dad when he was your age.

He was very short. And he was really fat.

- I know. - That's not nice.

Yeah, you were still my friend, though.

I was. We have salad, too.

Ah, that's great. Thank you. Dry lettuce.

Oh, yeah? And there's no dressing?

No dressing, no. - Thank you.

Did you guys really meet at camp?

Sure did.

Your dad was very into astronomy.

Looks delicious.

Get some pasta. Eat up.

It looks beautiful. Could I-- could I tr--

No, I'll just-- Pass?

Yeah, sure. Yes, please.

Oh, this is really good. Thank you.

Really?

Are you sure you don't want some?

Ooh, maggots.

Oh, come on.

Don't bring up maggots while we're eating.

This is very good, Vanessa.

Really? Yeah.

And then they were gone.

And he could no longer pretend what happened didn't happen.

How could Hannah be these two people, Toby wondered.

She was a person who, just a few hours ago,

had a global humiliation,

then learned that her mother had abandoned her,

and then, in a minute, was on her knees,

unmoored by her new puppy.

For a few years, Hannah would straddle being both people,

and that was just the worst--

both for her to endure innocence

and maturity in the same body

and for him to watch her innocence vanish

in drips until it was gone.

I have to run out for an errand for a minute.

Will you be okay if I-- if I leave here real quick?

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Call me if you need me, okay?

Growing up was disgusting.

Long time, no see, Dr. Fleishman.

Is she up there? She just got home.

Should I tell her you're coming?

No, no, no, no.

Uh, she's expecting me.

There was no confrontation that would make this better.

The decision was made.

It was over.

That weekend, Toby, Hannah, and Solly

embarked on their new life as a family of three

that was no longer waiting for their former fourth to show up.

Do you think it will ever not be hot?

Uh, like I said, you won't always feel this way.

Nothing lasts forever.

But it wasn't all he was thinking about right now.

Look at that giant lizard.

God help him, he was thinking that he was so happy

to not be alone anymore.

He didn't want to make peace with his loneliness.

Let's go. Come on.

How's it so dark?

It kind of freaked me out when I first saw it,

but I knew you'd find it interesting.

Now he didn't have to.

You ready?

Come on. Okay.

I need to leave.

We have to leave!

Oh, hey, hey, hey. Yo, Solly.

Solly.

Solly. Solly.

Hey, Hannah, come on.

♪ Somebody said you got a new friend ♪

Solly, wait.

♪ Does she love you better than I can? ♪

♪ And there's a big black sky over my town ♪

♪ I know where you're at, I bet she's around ♪

♪ And, yeah, I know it's stupid ♪

♪ But I just gotta see it for myself ♪

♪ I'm in the corner ♪

♪ Watching you kiss her ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ And I'm right over here ♪

♪ Why can't you see me? ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ And I'm giving it my all ♪

♪ But I'm not the guy you're taking home ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ I keep dancing on my own ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ The lights come on ♪

♪ The music dies ♪

♪ But you don't see me standing here ♪

♪ I just came to say goodbye ♪