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Previously on Kyle XY...

Will you go
to the prom with me?

Yes, I would love
to go with you.

I have less than four weeks
to book a venue,

plan a theme,
decorations, food--

Ouch.
Bummer.

And you're gonna wow me
with the lyrics.

In exchange for...

I DJ the prom.

'Cause I'd really hate
to see you blow off Declan

for a taste
of college-boy pie.

If neither of us meet
anyone else before prom,

we can finish what we started
in the car today.

Yeah?
Totally.

My test results are back.

I'm officially in remission!
[screams]

I have to find her.

I have to know
who this woman is.

Ryan told me
about the girl
in the picture, Sarah?

You don't know
how Sarah died.

She was just like you,
trying too much too fast.

And when she tried something
she wasn't ready for,
it killed her.

I don't know why
Taylor's pushing you,
but you need to stop.

We need to prove
to Latnok that we matter.

Jessi, please don't listen
to him anymore.

What am I supposed to do?

He's my father.

Someone is sending Kyle
a message this way.

I thought Sarah was dead.

She is.

Maybe she wants me
to find her.

Hello.

I'm Kyle.

My name is Sarah.

[Kyle]
Life is a journey.

and the road we travel
has twists and turns

which sometimes lead us
to unexpected places

and unexpected people.

It's amazing how much
you look like Adam.

You haven't told him
about us meeting tonight.

Adam knows about the messages,

but I never mentioned them
to Jessi.

Good.

They think about you a lot.

Yes.

Well...

I want you to understand...

Brian Taylor has always been
a true believer in Latnok,

and by showing off
Jessi's abilities,

he thinks they'll
let him back in,

even if she's harmed
in the process.

Adam's explained that to me.

And I'm sure
Adam's explanation

preserved his belief

in Latnok's noble intentions.

Aren't they?
What Adam told you
wasn't wrong.

The people in Latnok aren't bad,
they're simply scientists

with a very clinical
point of view.

To them everything's
about numbers,

facts, hypotheses.

Nothing's personal.

But I took it personally.

That's why you disappeared.

To have a life.

To be free to make
my own choices,

which is what you
and Jessi deserve.

But Jessi wants this.

Because she doesn't know
any better.

Taylor cares about Latnok,
he doesn't care about Jessi.

He sees her
as an achievement.

And if he pushes her past her
limits and she breaks down,

such is the cost of science.

She's just a means to an end.

You have to make her
see it, Kyle.

You have to get through
to her before it's too late.

You could get through to her.

No.

Don't tell her about me.

But how will I find you?

You won't.

I'll find you.

I wasn't able to finish
the protocol

within the time limit,
but I'll do it tomorrow.

Don't bother.

No, I can do it.
I just have to stay focused.

Jess, you're done training.
You're ready now.

I am?

I set up a meeting
with Latnok.

That's how you're starting
your day?

Considering I spent
all last night

listening to Lori battle
with a guitar and lose--

It wasn't that bad.
Yes, it was.

What was?

Hey, we heard you working
on your song last night.

How's it coming?
Blocked.

I think I need an inspirational
cup of teen angst at The Rack.

Lucky for you,
that's today's special.

What are you guys
talking about?

Nothing says prom like watching
your fellow students blow

their entire life savings
planning a crass,

over-hyped, meaningless
ritual of adolescence

the sole purpose of which
is to indulge

in an orgy
of underage drinking,

promiscuity,
and unrealistic expectations.

Declan.
You don't sound
blocked to me.

I didn't know prom cost
so much money.

1,900 bucks and counting.
No way.

200 for the tickets,
3 for the limo,

another 150 for dinner,

then a thousand
for the suite.

For the sweet afterparty.

Lots of punch and chips.
Nice save.

Yeah, not to sound
too mom or anything,

but I don't think you need
to break the bank to have
a great time at prom.

Thanks, Mrs. Trager.
And no "mom" offense taken.

Okay, you ready?

We gotta go.

See you later.
Bye.

So, who signed up for
the Declan prom extravaganza?

Um, tux fitting's at 10.
Ready to go?

Actually, I have to take care
of something.

Avoidance. Interesting.

Why are you so happy?

Because I'll be
hanging out with Andy

while you go broke
watching Prince Charming

with his new Cinderella.

Drop dead and die.
Catchy.

You should use that
in your song.

It's the title.

Why are proms so expensive?

You want it to mean something,
to be special.

And that means spending
thousands of dollars
you don't have?

It's about creating a mood.

Girls want romance and magic.

Romantic is easy.
Magic requires cash.

But what if I want to give
Amanda the magic,

but I don't have the money?

Nothing.
You're screwed.

Don't forget to vote.

You're actively campaigning?

Why leave things to chance,

when I found the perfect
prom date?

Who's the lucky guy?

Well, he's round, sparkly,

weighs just the right amount,

and keeps your hair in place.

You're dating the tiara?
Yes, munchkin.

Plus he goes with anything,
so my dress choices
are unlimited.

Prom queen.
Just add crown.

Wow.

You really went all out.

You seem decidedly unfabulous.

Prom committee's become
a nightmare of mix-ups
with the decorators

and arguments
with the caterers.

I want prom to be
this perfect night with Kyle,

and all I can think about
is table and chair rentals

and nonrefundable deposits.

And to top it all off,
now I'm getting crap
for the prom theme.

Which is?

The time of our lives.

Oh, come on.
Patrick Swayze?

Nobody puts baby in a corner.

How many times have
you seen Dirty Dancing?

33.

Oh...

you poor thing.

Why does everyone
keep saying that?

You know there are
other places we can meet.

Yes, but none that have
your employee discount.

You owe me a buck fifteen.

They wouldn't believe me
when I said I was you.

Actually, save your money.
Put it towards your tuxedo.

Why, did somebody die?

You don't wear a tuxedo
to a funeral,

you wear one to a prom.

Didn't you once tell me
that going to a prom

would be a fate
worse than death?

I did, and then death and I
were like next-door neighbors,

until he moved
out of the area--

You are getting that this is
a cancer metaphor, right?

Actually,
it's a cancer simile.

And I also know that neither one
of us is old enough

to actually get into the prom.

That's why mama got her Josh
to work out the details,

while I'm off buying
this smoking-hot prom dress,

So what do you think?

I think

that you and the prom

should be required by law

to stay a hundred yards
away from each other.

Excuse me?

"With the crepe paper moon
and make-believe smiles,

"we'll never forget
this sight.

"Swirling with laughter
and fraudulent tears,

our hollow memory
of prom night."

I think it captured the mood.

You've annihilated
an innocent teenage ritual.

Oh, I'm sorry it doesn't meet

your shiny, happy people
musical standards.

Well, I guess I just
expected more from you.

Since when are you
working today?

Since when
do you drink coffee?

I need enough caffeine to keep
awake until the day after prom.

And I need ducats
in a major way.

So you better tip well.
Money? What for?

For that fancy little dance

you're willing
to give up sleep over.

You're going to prom?

But you and Andy
aren't old enough.

Are you going
with someone else?

Oh, did you guys break up?
I'm so sorry.

None of that.

It's-- It's the damn cancer.

I thought we had it beat,
but it's still biting my ass.

Andy...

she of hamburgers
and hippie skirts,

has decided she wants to go.

Oh.

And you wanna
make it special.

Andy's like the coolest guy
I've ever known

in a body I get
to make out with.

I'm lucky enough
I got her once,

but now that she's
not sick anymore,

I feel like I've hit
the jackpot all over again.

I don't care what it takes.

She's getting prom deluxe.

That is so sweet.
I wanna help.

First we have to figure out
a way to get you guys in.

Aren't you the head
of the prom committee?

Even if I sold you tickets,
you'd never make it past
the door,

unless you had an
upperclassman as your date.

[sighs]

And the costs keep rising.

[pen clicks]

Bribe decoy prom dates.

Josh?

I think I might know a couple
who'd so it for free.

Whatever you've come here
to say, don't.

You'll ruin today for me.
What's today?

It's happening.
I'm meeting them, Latnok.

They want me to show them
what I can do.

Taylor wants to show them
so he can look good.

Why do you have to say that?
Why'd you come here?

I finally have
the chance to prove
that I'm worth something.

You already are.

And you don't have to prove that
to Taylor or Latnok or anyone.

Yeah, well, maybe I need
to prove it to myself.

So did Sarah,
and it almost destroyed her.

You're wrong.

No one really knows
what happened.

But I do.

Because she told me.

If you don't wanna listen to me,
maybe you'll listen to Sarah.

She's alive.

She's been living alone
all these years?

She wanted to escape
the pressure,

live some kind of life
other than Latnok's experiment.

But she made everyone think
she was dead.

I'm sure she had her reasons.

Why would she come to you?

Why not me?

She doesn't want anyone
to know she's still alive...

even Adam.

But she wants
to meet me, right?

She wants you
to come with me.

But I'm supposed
to go with--

No, you need to come
to my house now.

So I can talk to her?

I'll make sure of it.

Okay.

Does Taylor know
Jessi's here?

No, but he'll start
to look for her.

She's supposed to meet
the people from Latnok today.

Who are these people?
I don't know.

Their membership
is kept secret.

Adam always described them

as great thinkers
and humanitarians.

But according to Sarah,

they don't have Jessi's
best interests in mind.

Well, until we know more,
I'm glad you convinced Jessi
to stay away.

Except I did it by telling her
she's going to meet Sarah.

But Sarah said
she'd contact you.

So if I can't find her soon,

I've only made
the situation worse.

[doorbell chimes]

So, where are we going?
I'll tell you in the car.

Kyle, you can't leave.
Why? What's wrong?

I need 2,000 bucks
by yesterday.

I'm going to prom.
You're not old enough.

I'm also not rich enough.

And your brain power
equals my cash flow.

Josh, I'd like to help,
but I really need to go.

To get Sarah?

I'm planning on it.

Let me come with you.

I think it'd be better
for you guys to meet here
for the first time.

But I'm her daughter.

And she's been in hiding
for 20 years.

It might be best
for the two of you

to meet someplace
quiet...safe.

Listen up, people...
Shh.

...it's contest time.
This is it.

If you're the 82nd caller,

you win a $50 gift certificate
to Harville's Caramels,

Seattle's finest candy store.

What does winning that
have to do with paying for prom?

I win and I sell it.

It's a start.

Okay, 82nd caller.

Wait.

Now.

[beeps]

Lucky number 82,
you're on the air.

Hello? I won?

That's right.
I won.

You're not going anywhere.

Let's go.

Personally, I think the problem
with my lyrics is your music.

Come again.

It's showy, yet dull
and emotionally barren.

So it's the melody's fault?

Just a little
constructive criticism.

Right. That from someone
who thinks

b-flat means
to fully recline.

Oh, that's funny,
considering your big talent

is mixing
other people's songs.

Sorry. What, did you need me
to write you a pithy comeback?

You know what, Lori?
All you do is cut down

everything and everyone
around you.

You're telling yourself
you're being alternative
and edgy.

What you don't realize

is that everyone knows
you're just jealous,

because they've found something
meaningful in their lives,
and you haven't.

Looks like you could use
a pithy comeback now, too.

How about, "I quit"?

My thought exactly.

You can find yourself
another DJ.

No one inside remembers her.

Yeah, I told you
it was a long shot.

Which means no one saw
her drive away,

so we can't even
track her car.

[door opens]

You ever play driver/rider?

What's that?
I played it when I was a kid.

It's when you match
the drivers with their rides.

Late 30s,
lives off her tips,

but still finds enough dough
for highlights.

15-year-old beater
with expired plates.

I was really good at it.

If I can describe every car
in the lot last night,

and all the people
in the diner,

can you match them up?

I can if you can.

That's something
I'm really good at.

Besides the waitress's car,

there's a sports car,
a blue minivan,

a rusty pickup,

an old motorcycle,

and two sedans:

a blue four-door
with a rental sticker,

the other dark gray.

Who's inside the diner?

You haven't told him
about us meeting tonight.

Adam knows
about the messages,

but I never mentioned them
to Jessi.

Good.

[Kyle]
A man, mid 30s,
in a nice suit.

He's with a girl, early 20s,
in a tight red shirt.

[Declan]
They're having an affair.

She's the sports car,
he's the minivan.

Minivan?

It's his turn
to carpool the kids.

Something that I know--

[Kyle]
Man, mid 20s, flannel shirt
talking to the waitress.

[Declan]
He's the pickup truck.

[Kyle]
And the cook with the tattoo
on his hand

must be the motorcycle.

[Declan]
You're getting
the hang of it!

What Adam told you
wasn't wrong.

[Kyle]
Which leaves an older man:

heavy, looks tired.

[Declan]
Salesman.

He's driving the rental.

Sarah's driving
the gray sedan.

Okay, how did you do that?
[changing radio stations]

I just calculated the speed
of the telephone lines,
the radio station switcher,

and the physiological
requirements to dial
a multidigit number.

We're going to win
every prize

on every radio station
in Seattle,

then sell the booty online
for half off.

I'll be swimming in green
by dinnertime.

You are up for this,
aren't you?

I mean, I could cut you in
for, say, 10%?

I'm waiting anyway.

Don't you need money for prom?

No. No one would want
to take me.

But I don't care because
I'm meeting my mother.

That's really great.
I'm happy for you.

So, five percent it is.

♪♪ [pop in background]

"You know you want to;
vote Hillary for Prom Queen?"

Are you trying
to get elected Prom Queen

or invade a small country?

Well, I am like the Einstein
of social networking.

And I'm choosing to use
my powers for good
instead of evil.

"Good" meaning
your coronation?

The trick to getting votes
is research

and making sure
everyone gets laid.

Well, except you of course.

So, what's up with Declan?
How's he faring?

Look at you, curious kitty.

I'm asking for demonstration
purposes only.

Well, there's no
confirmed kill as of late,

but four sharks are circling;
two are cheerleaders.

No surprise.

Of course, it could be time
for the resurrection of Leclan.

I'm so not going there.

But relationships like yours
bring order to the universe.

Nothing says "copacetic"
like reuniting

Beachwood's very own
Brangelina.

[sighs]

Whoever invented proms
should be forced to plan one.

Great, I'm stuck
with Gloom and Gloomier.

Unless we convince
people to brown-bag it,
the prom's ruined.

What happened with the food?

Our caterer got shut down
by the Health Department

and I can't get
our deposit back.

This might not be
such a good time
to tell you this.

Tell me what?

We don't have a DJ, either.

[sighs]

[door opens]

How'd you find me?

Traffic cameras.

Traffic cameras.

I reviewed the Seattle
traffic database,

starting with the three
near the diner,

then sequentially accessed
137 more to lead me here.

I just wanted to tell you
that Jessi's okay.

Does she understand
what Taylor's been doing?

I don't think
she'll really believe it

until she hears it from you.

That won't be possible.

She really wants
to meet you, Sarah.

Did you tell her?

Why'd you do that?

I didn't know what else to do.

I couldn't get her to listen.

But now you've
made things complicated.

Jessi was so excited
to find out

that her mother
is really alive.

I'm not her mother.

No.

I can't be a mother to her.

To anyone.

Please don't slip away again.

You can't just disappear.

Look, I'm glad Jessi's safe.

That's all I wanted.

I don't believe that.

You didn't have to
come back here.

Nobody had to know
that you were alive.

But Jessi touched
something inside of you.

You left Jessi the record
of that song.

You didn't have to do that.
You could've left it for me.

But I think you wanted
Jessi to feel

that somehow you were around
looking out for her.

All she wants is to know you.

And I think you're lucky
to have this opportunity
to know her.

[sighs]
Okay.

I'll come.

This afternoon.

Wait, my address.

I know where you live.

Right.

Tell Jessi...

I'm looking forward
to meeting her.

I will.

[radio static]

[changing stations]

What did she say?

She's looking forward
to meeting you.

Well, when is she coming?

This afternoon.

Kyle...

this is the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

Okay, enough of that.

I need you.
We're on a roll.

What's going on?

Thanks to Jessi,

we're gonna prom it
in style, bro.

[Man on radio]
Buenos días, Seattle!

Hablas español?
Claro que sí.

If it's food we need,
then it's food we get.

French would be my choice.

Just remember,
we can't afford anything--

Then French it is!

The Gourmet Club
will be psyched!

Is everything all right?

She's trying to save us
from starving at prom.

A little setback
with the caterer

and then there's
the issue with the music.

Prom sucks.

What's wrong with Lori?

You cannot give me
an opening like that.

Hi.
Hey. What's Josh doing?

Raising money.

In Spanish?

Apparently we're double dating
to the prom with him and Andy.

Actually, I'm taking Josh,
you're taking Andy.

But...I want to go with you.

Oh, you still are.

It's just--
It's a technicality.

It's called a "date switch."

It's the only way
underclassmen can go to prom.

We're still going together.

It's just I have
officially asked Josh

and you've officially
invited Andy.

I'm sorry.
I didn't even ask you
if it was okay.

It is okay.
It's more than okay.

Thank you for thinking of it.

Josh needed my help,
so I just asked myself,

what would you do?

Mucho dinero!
[woman speaking Spanish]

Uh, para Josho!

Me llamo Josh Trager.

Me llamo Josh Trager.
Whoo!

♪ Ooh hoo
Cha cha cha ♪

Yeah!

[door creaks open]

[sighs]
What?

Why do you hate prom?

Jessi, I'm so not in the mood.

She comes in anyway.

You're sad.

No, I'm frustrated
and annoyed.

Okay, maybe a little sad.

Why?

I just don't understand.

I mean, prom's supposed to be
this great milestone, right?

The whole thing
has just left me feeling

sort of...
lost and empty.

That's how I feel
most of the time.

I just wanted prom
to mean something.

Wasn't it about celebrating
the times you've had

with your friends?

I guess.

You have lots of friends.

But it shouldn't
just be this night
where we all play dress-up

and nobody looks
like themselves anyway.

You should be who you are.

And who are you?

The eternal question.

Honestly? No clue.

She even looks like me,
you know?

Like the way
Adam looks like Kyle?

You must be happy to meet her.

I want to remember
every second.

That's what you do
when you don't have a past.

You live in the moment.

The big difference is...
Sarah didn't have long hair.

If you want,
I could change that.

Okay.

[woman speaking French]

Oui! C'est magnifique!

Très bien.

I had no idea
you spoke French.

I speak French food.

So, we just need
to give Chef Jacques

a check for $5,000
by tomorrow and, voilà,

we're in for the gastronomical
treat of our lives.

But I already told you
we don't have any money left.

Well, you're just going to
have to fix that now,
aren't you?

How are you doing?

It's hard to just wait.

You've done all you can do.

Maybe.

I just hope Sarah
wants to meet Jessi

half as much as Jessi
wants to meet her.

What do you mean?

Sarah's pretended to be dead
all these years.

She cut herself off
from everyone she knew.

That doesn't sound like someone
eager to make a connection.

You think she may not come?

I hope that's
not the case, but...

I'm more worried
that if she does come,
it won't be enough.

The last time I did this
I was with Declan

and we were both wasted.

Do you need a drink first?

No! Trust me, better sober.

I have been angry
with you for so long.

I don't want to be anymore.

I'm glad.

Me, too.

You sure about this?

Jessi, once we do this
there's no turning back.

I know.

[laughs]

You're either lost
or waiting for Kyle.

A little bit of both.

Is Kyle on board
with the date swap?

[scoffs]

He'd love
to help you go to prom,

except there won't be one.

Do you know how hard
I've worked for that night?

Do you know how many donuts
I had to sell to raise money
for balloons?

I just should've kept
the donuts so at least
we'd have something to eat

now that the caterer's
taken all our money.

Okay.

One, I think you've had
way too much caffeine.

And two...

are you telling me
there are problems
with the prom?

Yes. And yes.

N-No, don't even think it.

Are you all right?

No.

I just had the most
terrible thought
flash in my brain:

"What would Kyle do?"

I think that's going around.

[sighs]

How much do you need?

You don't want to know.

I hate Kyle.

You take cash?

[door bells rings]

I'll get it!

I thought you'd be here.

What did you do to your hair?

I cut it.

Let's go.

No.

You know what today is.
I'm not going.

That's not really
your decision.

Yes, it is.

You can't force her
to go anywhere.

I have every right.

I'm aware of your rights,

but I'll do
whatever's necessary

to make sure
Jessi stays safe.

I wonder what
your licensing board

would say about that.

Let them say what they want.

You're not taking her.

What happens when they start
asking questions about her?

About Kyle?
I'll answer them.

I can't believe this.

You know how important
this is.

They think that I was wrong
to even create you.

We have to prove to them
that I was right.

I don't care
what Latnok thinks.

I don't have to win them back.

I've done everything
for our dream.

But they turned
their backs on me.

And now you?

You owe me.

I owe you?

Is that the price
of being your daughter?

You're damn right it is!

I gave you life!

And they saved it.

So get out.

You heard her.

You'll regret this.

I'm all you've got.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

I will be.

My mother is coming.

Someone needed the money
and I didn't want to do it,

but I did, which made me
feel better,

but now I'm broke,
which means--

Exactly how much money
is left?

I can spring
for the prom tickets,

a sky-blue rayon suit,
and a scoop of ice cream.

Two...scoops?

God, you're such a moron.

I am?

I'm the one who wanted to go.

It should be my treat.

But I just assumed that--

That it was this whole
archaic thing

where you save your lunch money
and mow extra lawns

to take me out
because you think I'm pretty?

Uh-uh. Not having it.

This time,
you're the pretty one.

But you wanted a night
of cancer-free fun,

and it's my job
to pay the way.

Let me explain
something to you.

This mouth upchucked a lot of
lunches while in chemo.

And for some stupid reason,

you never stopped wanting to
make out with me.

Well, you were generous
with the mouthwash.

I figured it was cool.
Would you zip it?

This is, like,
a serious moment.

Yes, I'm glad
the cancer's gone,

and, yes, I want to party
like a rock star...

but, Josh, you're the reason
I want to celebrate.

You really think I'm pretty?

[laughs]
Ow.

So forget about tossing
the couch for change.

Mama's got you covered.

Exactly how are you paying
for all this?

I recovered from cancer.

My moms will give us
money for days.

It's beautiful.
Yeah.

I'm glad you called.

Well, I'm glad you liked it,

because in order
to make those chords
and make that key change

I had to break two of my
fingers.

[snickers]

I was referring
to the lyrics.

I just wanted you to know that
although I am a cynic,

I'm only a partial cynic.

I timeshare
an actual heart

on weekends
and major U.S. holidays.

Well, then I guess
I will be sure to schedule

our future songwriting
sessions accordingly.

We're having future sessions?

Well, I guess we should...

wrap this one up first.

Um, what prompted you
to revisit it?

You won't believe me
if I tell you.

Try me.

A haircut.

Okay.

So, uh, we should enter this
in the contest.

I suppose.

Although, I'm sure
some three-chord

trite piece of crap will win.

You're probably right.

What's that for?

You just bought
yourself a DJ.

Although I don't plan
on attending,

on behalf of Beachwood High,
I accept your offer.

You know, I never went to my
high school prom, either.

I mean, when you're
a 15-year-old senior

with no driver's license,
no one wants to go with you.

But I stayed home,
I made fun of it a bit,

and after a while
I felt better.

And you regret not going.

I regret that
it was just another thing

I never got to do
in my life.

Maybe you'd like
to come back in for a while?

No.

She's not coming.

It's only been--
3 hours and 52 minutes.

Sarah said she'd be here.

People say a lot of things.

It doesn't mean
they're true.

Where are you going?

Don't worry,
I'm not going back to Brian.

Uh-oh, am I in trouble?

Should you be?

I'm so not falling
for that one again.

No. There's no reason I should
be in trouble...Dad.

All right, good.
Then sit down.

[laughs]

So, it looks like
Sarah's not coming.

And once Jessi gets back,

there's no way we're
sending her to Taylor's.

We've already talked about this,
but it's a family decision.

We want Jessi to stay here

until we can find someplace
more permanent.

I'm okay with it.

Are you sure?

Well, we want you to be.

Especially you, Lori,

given what happened
between you and Jessi.

We don't want you to feel
uncomfortable in any way.

Of course she can stay.

I mean, that's what we do,
isn't it?

Can I tell Jessi?

Of course.

I thought she took off.

She did.

But I think I know
where to find her.

♪♪ [acoustic guitar]

♪ I'm haunted by
this photograph ♪

♪ I don't know why ♪

♪ But every time I... ♪

How'd you find me?

I've gotten good at knowing
where you'd go.

♪ ...shivers
down my spine ♪

♪ That's such
a beautiful face ♪

Did she ever show up?

No.

♪ It take me back in time ♪

So...my mother lied

and my father lied.

It's true.
I'm a mistake.

[electricity crackling]
Jessi, don't say that.

You're important.
No, I never mattered.

[rumbling]
[glass breaking]

You matter to me.
And the Tragers.

We want you
to come stay with us.

No. Don't pity me!

We don't.
We care about you.

Jessi, please!
You could be part
of our family.

No! That's your family.
It won't ever be mine.

Don't you understand?

I'm alone.

Jessi...

you're not alone.

It's too late.

It never is.

No, Jessi!

Her heart has stopped.

[panting]

[Kyle]
Seeing Jessi on the floor,

I knew what I had to do.

I had to save her,
to restart her heart.

But was it too late?

Was I strong enough?

And if I failed,
would I kill us both?

[high frequency whine]

[car alarms blaring]

[electricity sizzling]

[Kyle gasps]

[Jessi wheezing]

It's okay now.

I'm here.

[gasping]

When I saw Jessi
laying there,

the thought of losing her...

I focused all of my energy
to revive her.

And you did.

I still feel
a little drained.

But that's not
what's worrying you.

In that moment,
when I brought Jessi back,

I felt like there was
nothing I couldn't do,

and that scared me.

Kyle, part of growing up

is learning how our actions
affect other people...

and how we handle that power.

It's kind of what it's like
to be a parent.

Or a friend.

I'm not worried about you.

I think you're going
to be just fine.

The road we travel
is unpredictable.

Sometimes it's smooth,

and sometimes
it's filled with bumps.

[laughter]

But if we're lucky...

we find people
to travel with us.

I know this is gonna sound
weird, but...

remember that deal we made
about prom night?

Regrettably, yes.

Regrettably?

Come on, it was a silly thing
to promise one another,

especially since
two cheerleaders

are getting your magic
and romance package.

Where'd you hear that?

I have my sources.

Well, I have a source, too,
that says you're not going.

Then your source is wrong.

I'm going stag.

What, and miss the chance to
mock the madness firsthand?

Well, good.

So you don't have a date yet,
either.

Guess your source
is wrong, too.

Oh, my God.

You planned this all along.

You turned down girls
so I would stick to the deal

and hook up with you
on prom night?

I know we said
we'd go with one another
if we didn't have dates,

but I didn't rig anything.

I'm not asking you
to go to prom

because there's no one else.

I'm asking because
you are the only one

I want to go with.

[sighs]

So, then, we should go.

♪ ...'cause I hear
your words ♪

♪ Would you say
you're wrong ♪

♪ I've been waiting long ♪

♪ Through the dark
and stormy night I drive ♪

♪ Bound by fences... ♪

[Kyle]
Our journey
is really a search,

a yearning for love and
connection.

Sometimes it leads us
back home.

Why didn't you come
to the house?

I was scared.

Of me?

Of not being everything
you want me to be.

I just want to know you.

I want to know you, too.

What about Brian?

Kyle said he's
taking care of it.

[laughs]

A one-way ticket?

Trust me...
you don't want to come back.

[Kyle gasping]

Her heart has stopped!

[high frequency whine]

[Man]
He's incredible.

[Woman]
More than we dreamed we'd ever
see in our lifetimes.

[Man]
I think it's time
we introduced ourselves.