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Ah, friends, when we last left our Jane,

her world was turned upside down.

See, she was about to move in
with her baby daddy Rafael,

- plus...
- I was actually planning on proposing.

But then he started
to pull away,

leaving our Jane confused
and devastated.

Also devastated, Petra.

See, she lied

to her girlfriend J.R.
To protect herself,

but then J.R. Found out the truth.

I know

you murdered your sister.

And Petra tried to explain,
but J.R. Left her.

That is, until she realized
Petra was in real trouble.

And luckily,
J.R. Got back in time

No!

And that's not even
the craziest part.

The craziest part was...

Well, let's just dive in.

When Jane Gloriana Villanueva
was seven years old,

she celebrated her very first
day of the dead.

Wait! Are those
actual dead people?

I can't believe he's gone.

And so, friends, after Michael died,

Jane did her best
to keep him alive.

I just miss him so much.

I miss his laugh.

And the way he used to crack up
at his own impressions.

And man, did he love
that freakin' cat.

And so, Mateo, that's what
this day is all about.

We tell stories
to keep Michael alive.

But friends,
she didn't expect him

to actually come back
from the freakin' dead.

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Bo, Bo, hey. Come here.

Come here, buddy.

Come here. Come here, buddy.

Michael?

Actually,

I go by Jason now, ma'am.

Ma'am?

Uh, Jane.

Right?

He has amnesia.

What?

Amnesia.

What?

Like,

no memory.

You don't remember me?

No, ma'am.

Jane, breathe...

Okay. To do this formally...

I don't understand.

You were dead.

He was dead. We buried him.

Rose orchestrated everything.

Michael is alive.

What?

I faked his death.

Tetrodotoxin to slow
his heart rate,

and then my EMT drivers
took him away.

You wouldn't believe
how easy it was

to incentivize
a morgue pathologist

with a gambling problem
to sign a death certificate.

So, yes.

He lives.

He lives.

Unfortunately, he does

have amnesia, though.

Goes by Jason now.

After Jason Bourne.

I always did love
a good play on words.

- H-how did you...?
- Electroshock therapy

focused on the hippocampus
and temporal lobe.

Until it worked.

Where...

- Is he?
- Mm.

I'll tell you where Michael is

when you tell me where Luisa is.

I got a DNA test.

It's him, Jane.

Inhala, exhala, Jane.

Rafael:
Go on.

Why don't you
tell her your story?

Actually, can you?

Sorry, I'm just not
much of a talker, you know?

You should really tell her.

Well, four years ago,

I woke up in a field in Montana

with no memories.

Um, some lady was there, um,

said I should start over,

so that's what I did.

Didn't you try to find out
who you were?

The lady said that I was in

a whole lot of trouble, so...

I didn't know if I was
a good guy or a bad guy.

You were a really good guy.

Anyway, I should

take Bo out to do his thing.

- Hello?
- We couldn't wait.

Are you engaged?

Oh. No.

But she might be married.

Hon, i-is everything okay?

- Um, can-can you...?
- Yeah, yeah.

Hey, hello?

Yeah.

And so, friends,
the story spread quickly...

Michael's alive?

As stories do.

Until it didn't.

To be fair,
Petra was also dealing

with an unexpected return.

This whole time, it was you?
Get the gun.

Who is it? Who did I just shoot?

My ex-husband.

- Milos.
- To remind you...

I can't believe this.

I was just trying to
get you in jail,

since you get me in jail.

Not a great one, apparently.

You were going to kill me.

Oh, stop.

- I wasn't going to kill you.
- You saved my life.

Just scare you.
Maybe...

Shoot off a leg or something.

Wait. Why are you
looking like that?

Are you two really dating?

What?

I read all of Petra's
e-mails and texts.

Oops, forgot one last reminder.

I thought that was just cover
since you were working together.

Now I know why
you didn't love me.

You are lesbian.

To remind you, he sold grenades
out of the hotel.

But sure,

we'll go with the lesbian thing.

I'm calling the police.

Wait.

Are you sure you want
to call police

on man that owns

two-thirds of Marbella hotel?

What?

Crazy doctor Luisa put
all her shares in trust

and gives to cute
little baby ferrets.

I don't understand

It was simple.

Just like Cambridge analytica-
Facebook project.

I target Luisa perfectly,

get her to donate to my charity,

and now,

I own hotel.

For my freedom,

I give back to you.

Y-you're actually
considering this?

- I can't believe it.
- What? No, I-I wasn't...

- You were. I just saw you!
- I was... surprised.

Yes.
This guy just tried to kill you.

- I actually don't think he'd kill me.
- He should be in prison.

And the fact that
you just hesitated

is exactly why
I can't be with you.

No, don't-don't,
don't say that. I...

I was just surprised, okay?

Here, look,
I'm calling them now.

Milos, you're going to jail.

Where is he?

It's been over 30 minutes.
Do you think he got lost?

Should we go look for him?

I'm... sure that

Jason is fine.

He's just getting air.

Hey, Petra.

What?

Okay, okay, I'm coming.

- Huh?
- I have to go get the girls.

Milos is back.

Don't worry, everything's okay.

Oh, my god, okay. Of course, go.

I should wait here for... him.

I'm about ready to hit the hay.

Point me towards a motel?

No, you should stay here.

We'll all stay
at my abuela's place.

Okay.

Just for tonight.

Okay.

Ah, yes, how do you say good-bye

to your ex-husband who recently
returned from the dead?

Awkward hug.

Good to know.

When Rogelio de la Vega

was 45...

okay, 46 years old,

he prepared himself to see

his best brogelio Michael again,

after four long years.

Can you move

over, like, a little?

Now, Jane?

I want you to prepare yourself
for the possibility

that once Michael sees me,

his memory might instantly return.

Thanks for the heads-up.

You're welcome. I just
don't want you to be offended

if/when that happens.

You look pretty.

- Thank you.
- Oh.

I don't. Do I?

Just normal.

So I, uh, I told Mateo

we're gonna delay
our move a little.

Our move in.
We're supposed to move in today.

Yeah, but with everything
going on, I just...

Didn't think
it'd be the best day.

Thank you.

Ma'am.

Just Xo is fine.

Alba Villanueva.

You can call me "ma'am."

Does any of this look familiar?

No.

Oh.

Stay. It's okay.

Actually, this was your cat.

Well, you can keep him.

- Her.
- Either way,

I'm not a cat person, so...

Hi, there.

Yes.

It is me.

And I have missed you.

How do we know each other?

Well, we are best friends.

And also I'm Jane's father.

And of course,

I am Rogelio de la Vega.

Rogelio de la Vega.

Rogelio de la Vega.

Nothing?

Sorry, sir.

Okay.

We'll find him.

Milos won't get near the hotel.

Thank you.

Don't be brave.

Maybe sleep
somewhere else tonight.

Your place?

Sorry.

I'll be fine. I-I hired
private security at night,

and Raf's gonna keep the girls
'till they catch him.

J.R., wait.

I'll come by to get my
stuff in a couple days.

It would be better
if you weren't there.

Stop her, please.

She isn't a suspect.

In the name of love?

And speaking of love...

Sorry, ma'am.

It's mom.

It doesn't matter

you don't remember me.

I remember you.

I can't believe you're alive.

And I just love you so much.

Now, we really need to get going
if we're gonna make it

to the neurologist on time.

Are you ready?

You want me to come?

Of course, Jane.

Good luck.

Well, we'll just see, I guess.

Doctors perform miracles.

I mean, if they can
erase crow's feet,

surely they can recover
memories, right?

- Hello?
- Rogelio,

you really need to be more
sensitive to Rafael's feelings.

Think about how hard
this must be for him.

Oh, my god. You're so right.

I must be there for him.

He must be going
through so much.

True, for the record.

Between Jane and Petra and...

Luisa. How are you?

You remember
Rafael's sister, right?

I am so sorry, again,

for giving Rose your location.

Rose's former lover.

No, I understand.

I mean,
what choice did you have?

Luisa is also a vegan,

although that information
is not relevant here.

Did Rose make contact?

She did.

It is relevant here.

I don't understand.
Why would she hide Michael

and give him amnesia?

She refused to say.

Let me guess.

She'll only tell me
if I go see her?

I'd never ask you to do that.

You need to get as far away
from her as possible.

I don't remember anything.

Understandable.

The brain scans show evidence
of excessive ECT...

electroshock...

Primarily in the hippocampus
and the temporal lobe.

Both play important roles
in memory processing.

In particular,
amnesiac patients...

Jane?

Do I have something on my face?

Yeah, you have a little Michael

- on your face.
- No, no, nothing.

So, what does this all mean?

Will he get his memory back?

Each case is different.

There's so much we don't know

about the brain.

It's really not
an exact science.

Well, what do we do?

To help him?

Hmm. I'd just say get
him back to a routine.

Familiar people,
places, things...

Okay. You can do that, right?

Well, we sold the house
after the divorce,

and he's not gonna
recognize my condo.

And you're his wife.

Right.

Of course, I'll do it.

Because I'm his wife.

Uh, they don't know
if his memory will return.

The brain
isn't an exact science.

But maybe if he's
around familiar places,

familiar things...

So I'm going to take him around.

Since I'm his wife.

- Hon.
- Hmm?

You okay?

Yeah.

I think I'm just
going to write a little.

Uh, y-you know, technically,

I don't know if that's
even true... the wife thing.

I actually looked
on Google in the bathroom,

and the law's a little unclear

with regards
to thinking someone's dead

and then them
coming back to life.

Not a lot of precedent.

But anyway, that's just,
like, legal stuff, so...

I'm gonna write.

Inhala, exhala.

Actually, I'm gonna make
some tea first.

That'll be comforting.

Yeah. And...

And-and who cares
about the legal stuff?

It's how I feel.

Do I feel married or not?

And no, I do not.

Watching your husband's casket
get lowered into the ground

makes you feel
not married anymore.

And grieving him.

And living every day
like he was dead for four years.

But now he's back.
Or Jason's back, I should say.

"Sorry, ma'am.
Thank you, ma'am."

I mean, that isn't Michael.

That is some guy
who is wearing Michael's face

and who smells exactly
like Michael.

Exactly.

He smells exactly like Michael.

Exactly.

But, no, b-but that
isn't Michael.

That is Jason,

who doesn't like jokes
and talks super slow

and who can't look me
in the eye.

I'm fine. I'm fine. It's fine.

It's just a lot.

That's why I should write.

But what
will I even write about?

I mean, what is the story
even about now?

I had this big,
great breakthrough

about the frame
and incorporating

all the crazy stuff
that has happened in my life,

and there has been
some really crazy stuff.

Accidental
artificial insemination

and kidnapped babies
and a dead husband,

but now, guess what?
He's not a dead husband anymore.

And obviously
that is a very easy detail

to just change on the screen.
"And then my husband died."

Delete, delete, delete. Done.

Delete, delete, delete.
Not a widow.

Delete. Not a widow. Delete.
Not a widow. Delete!

And it's fine. I'm fine.

The brain isn't
an exact science, right?

It's just that you tell
all these stories...

About yourself,
and that's who you are.

You know, that's your identity.

And I'm a widow.

I-I mean,
that is not all that I am.

I'm a mother and a daughter
and a published freakin' author,

but under it all,
at the doctor's office,

"single, married,
divorced, widow,"

I circle "widow."

But now guess what?

I could circle "s" for "single."

Or "m" for "married"?

I was supposed

to be getting engaged
last night to Rafael.

Poor Rafael.

Oh, he had to bring
Michael-Jason back

knowing what it meant.

And he starts
his new job tomorrow.

For me. So that I can...
Can stay at home and write.

And we can live
in a good school district.

What do I do about Mateo?
Do I tell him?

What would I even say?

"Heads-up, uh, Michael's back.

But now he goes by Jason,
and he calls me ma'am."

Ma'am.
Why does he call me ma'am?

I'm 29 years old!

Do I look like a freakin' ma'am
to you?!

Well, if I do, it's his fault!
Because I aged when he died

because life was really hard
and I was really sad!

And I had to go
to grief support groups!

And I don't know
why I'm yelling,

because he didn't
do anything wrong

and it's not his fault!

The point is, is no,
I am not telling him.

I can't tell Mateo.

He won't handle it
as well as I am.

Did you make those arepas?

Can I eat them?
Oh, goodness.

Oh, I'm starving.

Oh. Oh!

Oh, yeah. Oh, my god.
You know when you realize

that you haven't eaten
in so many days?

That's what this feels like
right now.

Oh. Oh!

Top-notch, abuela. Okay.

Maybe I'll get cubanos tomorrow
so I can jog his memory.

"Hey, remember me?" "No."

"I got to walk Bo."

Anyway, the point is,

is that Bo is very important
to Michael-Jason.

Okay? So... oh.

I'm sorry, faith m. Whiskers.

I know.

Do you remember

that person that once
loved you so much

because he was a cat person?

Well, guess what?

You're out!

Because now he likes dogs.

Who's here? Abuela.

Maybe your dead husband's
coming back, too.

Huh?

Oh, my god. It's the movers.

Shoot, okay.

I am so sorry.

I meant to call earlier.
We're actually not moving today

because my husband
just came back from the dead.

- Excuse me, ma'am?
- Seriously?

Seriously, with the ma'am?
I am not a ma'am. Jane.

Hi. I'm Jane.

Mom! Mom... mom.

Can you deal
with the movers, please?

They shouldn't say things
like ma'am,

because it can
make people feel really bad.

I'm fine. Abuela, I'm fine.

Or maybe I'm not.
I don't know, abuela.

I don't.

I should change, actually.

I want to get into
some comfy clothes

so that I...
I can write, finally.

Inhala, exhala. Okay.

Anyway,

thank you for listening.

I feel much better now.

I didn't realize

how much I needed to
just walk through it.

Okay. Oh, this
is better,

I just needed to
get those pants off.

Now I can finally breathe.

Ah... and a-a big part of the
problem was those pants.

And I just needed to get
out how crazy it is

to look at someone who looks
exactly like the person

that you got married to,
except remembers nothing

and is a totally different
person with a dog named Bo.

I think that I should prep
for tomorrow before I write.

You know, figure ways
to help jog his memories.

You know, I could
always call some of my friends

whose husbands
came back from the dead.

Or I can join

a my-husband-came-back-
from-the-dead support group.

Oh. Although, also,
I also need a sub-group

for the whole amnesia thing.

I need the amnesiac group

for husbands
who came back from the dead.

Why isn't this tea
done boiling?!

It's like... oh.
Yeah? Nope.

Forgot to turn it on.

The brain isn't
an exact science.

The point is...

Am I okay?

Yeah.

Yeah. I'd say,
considering everything...

I'm doing great.

In case you forgot,
Michael has amnesia

and Jane is great.

Thanks for doing this.

Of course.
I just hope I can help.

And our "Michael" tour starts
right here, actually.

Because this is the exact spot
where we first met.

You got me a stripper?!

And then all my friends
dragged you into the house,

and I grabbed your gun
and I shot it into the ceiling,

and we kissed,

and we saw my mom drunk
on the porch swing.

- That's sad.
- What?

No. No, no, no, no,
it-it wasn't sad.

I mean, maybe that moment was,

but the rest was crazy and funny

and magical and...

Okay.

Nothing here.

Next stop: The cubano truck.

Never even heard of a cubano.

Well, trust me, you love them.

Yeah, not for me.

But wow, you really
wolfed yours down.

You want the rest of mine?

Uh, no, thanks.
I'm good.

So, you would drop me off
at work here.

Sometimes you'd
pick me up after, too.

- Hmm.
- Uh, I remember

once we had a fight,
and you made me

this apology playlist.

You got some good music
to kiss to in there?

Oh, yeah.

I have the best music
to kiss to.

Please take over his
chores. Thank you.

Jane! Hi.

Thank you so much for taking
the girls last-minute.

Everything's just been so crazy,

with Milos coming back and...

And I've actually been

- really upset...
- Uh, Petra?

Oh. Oh.

Michael.
I mean...

Oh. Jason, right?

Ah, Rafael filled me in,
but I spaced.

Oh, wow,

- it's so good to see you.
- Alive.

This is amazing.

Well, I know you two have a lot

to catch up on,
so I'll leave you guys to it.

Did I ever have a thing
with her?

No. You did not
"have a thing" with Petra.

Really?
I feel like

I remember something
when I look at her.

Well, you did conspire
to cover up a crime with her.

Maybe that's
what you're remembering.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Um, Jane. Sorry.

Please. I, uh,
I just need some antibiotics.

My arm is very infected.

Probably from spending
day and a half

hiding inside stuffed animal.

That must have been un-bear-able.

No, please, don't call police.

Get me antibiotics.

I'll give you hotel shares

for antibiotics.

What do you have to lose?

Let's make a deal.

The bear is too big.

Without it, voilà!
I can close the box.

I appreciate you helping
me pack, Rogelio,

but I really don't
need a play-by-play.

Noted.

We could also talk
about our feelings, hmm?

Again... no, thank you.

Why won't you open up?

Look, I get it.

Michael's your boy.

- Your brogelio.
- That's true.

But we also have
our special bond.

Oh, come on.

I love my relationship with you.

In fact, the more
we get to know each other,

the more stuff I find
we have in common.

Like...

The love for fine facial cream.

A nice, deep

- v-neck.
- Rogelio,

if you really want
to help me, just...

Keep packing while I
go pick up Mateo. Okay?

Okay, yeah.

Sure.

So much pain.

Stop whining and write.

You got blood all over it.
This'll never hold up in court.

I don't think any of this
would hold up in court.

But what do I know?

- Start again.
- But my arm!

Do you want
the antibiotics or not?

Okay, okay.

By the way, I'm bisexual.

- It's you.
- Milos Dvoracek, you have the right

to remain silent. You have a right

- to an attorney. If you can't afford...
- What? What about our deal?

There was no deal.

I only made you write
the contract to buy time.

Don't look so surprised, Milos.

It's a classic narrative device.

Leave something out...

Change the whole story.

Which brings us here... now.

Okay. The story.

So, we had just started dating,
and there was this guy, Sam,

and even though I had already
ended things with him,

you didn't know that,
so you were upset,

but you wouldn't tell me
why you were upset,

and I kept pretending
like I didn't notice,

but I could only play
that game for so long.

I haven't seen Sam since
you kissed me two weeks ago.

Ah, thank God.

I only want to be with you, too.

So you were dating
someone else...

And I didn't take
that as a red flag?

There were no flags.

Of any color.

Because you liked me
so much, back then.

You knew I was the one for you.

Hmm.

That's a pretty judgmental
"hmm," if you ask me.

And we also came back here
the night before you died,

because it was so special to us.

Does any of this ring a bell?

Do you need more time to think?

No.

You don't need
more time to think?

No...
it doesn't ring a bell.

But yes, I-I would
like a minute.

I know it hasn't
technically been a minute,

but is that just, like,
a figure of speech, or...

Do you actually need,
like, the full 60 seconds?

I certainly wouldn't mind
the full 60 seconds.

You do talk an awful lot.

Well, excuse me.

I'm just trying to help you.

And frankly, I don't know how
to do that if I can't talk.

Unless you just
want me to send you...

Pictures and videos.

Sure. That sounds
like a good idea.

Well, let's do that,
and get out of here.

Hmm.

Ha. Hi, Jane.

Say it. You love camping.

Yeah. That was tough for me, too.

Hey, Jane.

Huh?

How'd it go with Michael?

Janie?

I feel like I've been erased.

It's just gone.

Everything we said,
everything we did.

It's like it didn't happen.

And I don't know...

What to do or what to feel.

Yeah. There's
no rule book

on how to handle
something like this.

No.

Even logistically.

Is he my husband?

Do I move in with Rafael?

Maybe... maybe that's wrong now,

but...

Oh, 48 hours ago,
he was gonna propose.

Or I was gonna propose.

One of us was gonna propose.

What are you doing?

Oh.

I was just packing the drawers

a-and I saw the ring.

Okay. Uh...

It's so beautiful, Rafael.

Small but mighty.

Thank you.

Hope I get to give it to her.

- Now, I'll just...
- Somehow, wearing this ring...

I've just realized
how many plans you had.

And you're a wonderful dad.

You and Jane are a family.

And I've come to love
the two of you together.

Well, I appreciate that.

Did you want to say
something else, or...?

No, it's okay.

You can.

It's just really hard, you know?

With Michael's return.

Or Jason's.

Okay. Hey.
Come here.

It's all right.

It's okay.

You are gonna get through this.

This is silly.

I should be supporting you.

Hey there.

Easier said than done

when your formerly dead husband

keeps coming back.

I don't have the videos yet.

- I'm working on it.
- No, no.

I-I felt bad
and I wanted to apologize.

Um, I guess

part of me thought that
if I figured out who I was,

my memories would come
flooding back.

Like in a movie.

Or a telenovela.

Uh, but they didn't.

And it's not your fault,

so I shouldn't be
taking it out on you,

especially 'cause you're
just trying to help.

And I also know

that I'm blowing up your life,

coming back like this.

And I want you to know
it's not your responsibility.

You can tell me to go away.

I'll understand.

And I practiced saying
all that real fast

so you wouldn't be
frustrated with me.

I'm serious, though.

If you want me
to go back to Montana,

just tell me.

I'll go.

Hey.

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah.

Rogelio's waiting in the car
for me.

I just wanted to stop by
and apologize to you.

I might have accidentally
sicced him on you all day.

No. It's fine. We bonded.

I heard.

Also...

you were there for me
when I needed it,

so I just wanted to see
how you were doing.

I'm so scared, Xo.

I don't want to lose her.

You'll recall
when we last saw Jane,

she was at a crossroads...

With her story.

And friends,
she had to make a decision.

The first time I met Michael,

I felt my heart glow.

I still...

Uh...

"I still remember
what I was wearing.

"It was a pink dress.

"Michael was wearing
his police uniform,

"which I tried to take off him

because I thought he was
a stripper."

"Michael could always
make me laugh.

"But I didn't love him
because he was funny,

"or because he was smart
and kind.

"I loved Michael because
he was my best friend.

"And I am grateful
for every moment we shared

"and for the privilege
of loving him.

Because I never knew I could
love someone so much."

And in that moment, friends,

Jane knew what she had to do.

Rafael.

Jane. What are you doing here?

Look, I know our lives are crazy
right now.

And I wish I can tell Jason
to just go, but I can't.

I have to help him get
his memory back,

- but you need to know that I...
- Jane.

Yeah?

It's my first day of work.

Can we, uh,

do this outside?

Of course. Sorry.

I look forward
to getting to know you all.

So what I was trying to say

is that I rescheduled the
movers for later today.

Because I want to move in with
you now, not in a few weeks,

not when things settle down

because things never
seem to settle down.

And I also wanted
to say thank you.

Because when I think
about what you did,

bringing Michael back,
and how selfless that is,

and how selfless you've
been throughout this,

and every day for
the past four years...

I love you, Rafael.

And I know it feels like
everything has changed,

but it didn't.

Not that.

We are going
to get through this.

We are.

Which of course was the story

they were telling themselves.

But stories, as we know,

don't always go the way we hope.

Oh, hi.

I-I thought you were out, so...

The... uh, the girls are.

My, uh, my plans changed.

Okay. I'll come back.

No, wait. I...

Please.

Give me another chance.

Look, I've made mistakes, okay?

But we can put all that
behind us...

start over.

Have a normal life.

Okay. Semi-normal.

That's not what this is about.

You lied to me.

Because I've had to lie
my whole life.

And manipulate, and cheat,

just to survive my crazy mother,

and my psychotic sister,

and my violent ex-husband.

And, yes, those things made me
who I am.

And would I prefer
to forget all of them? Sure.

But how can I?

Besides electroshock therapy,

centered on the hippocampus
and the temporal lobe.

You can't.

Yeah. Exactly.

But I can tell you this:

I have changed

a lot.

Before I met you, I would have
taken those hotel shares

without a second thought.

And I wouldn't now.

And I'm going to change more.

I want to.

That's great...

And I hope you do.

But I can't wait
for that to happen.

Because I can't forget
everything either.

Wait, stop.

I love you.

I know.

Star wars.

That was your favorite movie.
The second one.

Thanks, I'll check it out.

And there and photos and videos
you can go through on this.

Thank you.

What is it?

A flash drive.

You are the only person I know
who doesn't own a computer.

Mm. You're the only person
I know who doesn't own a horse.

There you go.

Um, just press the spacebar
and they'll play.

And take your time,
I'm gonna go for a walk.

Thank you.
Sorry. Um...

The space bar is which one?

I'll help you.

Hi, Jane.

Smile.

Is this a video?

- No. D... Michael, don't take a video.
- Ladies and gentlemen,

- I'm trying to do laundry over here.
- This newcomer is magic.

Watch what
Villanueva's doing now.

She is folding that sleeve
with total precision.

That Michael guy
was pretty funny.

Well, you definitely thought so.

Hmm. For a second,

that felt like the old
Jane and Michael.

Then again, what do I know?

Besides the story.

Which brings me
to the phone ringing.

Luisa? Are you okay?

Yes. But I want to help you
find out why Rose took Michael.

Hey, I told you,
you don't have to do this.

That's exactly
why I want to help.

Because you didn't ask.

So I'm going to Rose.

Which, of course,
brings us to...

Hello, angels. I'm Charlie.

Just kidding, I'm Rose.
Aka Sin Rostro.

Thank you for accepting
this assignment.

Now, let's get to work.

Uh-oh.

I wonder what the story is here.

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