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See that aspiring model? That was me, Deb,

until the day I died.

I thought I'd go straight to heaven,

but there was a bit of a mix-up

and I woke up in someone else's body.

So now I'm Jane,

a super-busy lawyer with my very own assistant.

I got a new life, a new wardrobe.

The only people who know what's going on with me

are my girlfriend, Stacy, and my guardian angel, Fred.

I used to think everything happened for a reason.

And, well, I sure hope I was right.

Hey, Tony, it's me.

Just, you know, checking in.

Okay. Let's talk soon?

So?When did you leave the message?

Three days ago.Since then?

I haven't heard since he said we should slow down.

Do the last part again.

Let's talk soon?Ah. That's your problem.

"Let's talk soon" is open to interpretation.

No, not the way I said it, I went up at the end.

"Soon?" That implies it's his turn to call me.

That's why I close with, "Give me a call."

Or, "You've got my number." Or, "Hit me back."

Actually, that last one has its own set of problems.

Um, I don't know, sweetie. I think you need

Don't say it.to leave a second message.

No. I hate the second message.

The second message robs you of power.

Angelina wouldn't leave a second message.

And besides, it wouldn't be a second message,

it'd be a third.

It's gonna be okay.

Are you sure?Eighty percent.

You want my advice?In this department? No.

Become a permanent fixture in Tony's life.

Somebody he can't avoid. Somebody who--

Sleeps on his couch every night?

It seems to be working for your love life.

It is. Did you know that Stacy has taken

an active interest in my career?

She's helping me with my résumé.

Let me guess. She told you the font needs to be festive.

Yeah, 14-point aquamarine.

Today we're doing mock interviews. Smell my breath.

Absolutely not. I'm late for court.

I'm looking at a presumption-of-death motion?

Yes, Your Honor. It's been nine years

since Daniel Porter's plane went down.

Nine years since--

Daniel's body was never recovered.

They have never found my son.Counsel.

We'll get our chance.

Not one law-enforcement agency believes he's still alive.

Five thousand man-hours

were spent searching, $3 million.

Still. Why pursue the declaration of death now?

Okay.

Um, sir, I searched for my husband for months,

and I've grieved for years.

I've accepted that he's gone.

Counselor?

Miss Bingum. Everything okay?

Oh...

I'm sorry, Your Honor. Just an emotional case.

Continue.

I was granted a divorce in absentia

and I remarried three years ago.

I have a 9-year-old son

and we would like very much for my husband

to formally adopt him.

Before a formal adoption can take place,

Daniel Porter, the boy's biological father,

must first be declared dead.

Seems reasonable to me. Miss Bingum?

My client believes this will close the door

to her son's investigation

and prevent law enforcement from ever looking for him again.

All due respect, Your Honor,

no one's been looking for Daniel for years.

That's not true. I've been looking.

I have distributed fliers to the police departments.

I have posted on the Internet.

I have purchased newspaper ads,

two dozen new ones just this week.

All we need is one solid tip

and then the search can pick up where it left off.

Your Honor, do what's right

for Daniel Porter's wife and child.

Let them move on.

My client lives with the hope that her son is still out there.

Please, don't take that away from her.

I'll have a decision this afternoon.

Jane Bingum's office.

Hey, Teri. It's me.

The answer is no. Tony hasn't called.

I didn't even ask.You were going to.

I could tell by the way you were breathing.

I am so tired of this.

I haven't waited for a guy to call me back

since the eighth grade when I got boobs.

I'm still waiting.

Get Tony's office on the phone.

It'll be the third message.Who's counting, Teri?

You got it, boss.

Oh! Excuse me.I'm sorry. Sorry.

Um, I'm trying to find a courtroom.

Well, you came to the right place.

Do you know where I can find a Judge Barlow's court?

Oh, Judge Barlow. I just came from there. Can I help you?

Well, I hope so. I'm Daniel. Daniel Porter.

She yells. A lot.

No, it's not every day, it's every hour.

Like one of those clocks, only with yelling.

I gotta go.I'm sorry.

Was the ringing of my office phone interfering

with your personal life?

It was my mom. She's worried.

Worried you're gonna be fired,

broke and moving into her basement?

Ugh. Go cry in the bathroom.

What?

That your third temp this month?

Ugh. It's not me. There's a reason they call them temps.

I saw your new-client memo.

You're representing Jonathan Noble,

columnist from American Male.

You read American Male?He's the reason I subscribe.

Last two suits I bought came out of his "Duds for Dudes" article.

The guy's first-date advice has helped me seal the deal.

I get it. He's your invisible wingman.

I have an intake meeting this afternoon.

Mm.

Would you like to come along?

Do pleated pants kill romance? Yes.

The doctors call it a psychogenic fugue state.

Daniel Porter survived

a single-engine plane crash nine years ago,

but his memory did not.

Daniel, where have you been for nine years?

I made it to a small town outside of Pittsburgh

where I wound up in a mental-health ward

of a hospital.

All this time you didn't remember a thing?

No, nothing. Nothing at all.

My life was a complete blank.

Until two days ago,

when a neighbor recognizes his photo in a newspaper ad,

taken out by Daniel's mother.

Go, Marian.It just makes you wanna cry.

What are you doing here?

I'm helping Fred find a job.

He needs to make copies of his résumé--

Yay, 14-point aquamarine. -so I drove him over.

Wow, psychogenic fugue or not, he's kind of hot.

Ooh. He's even hotter in person.

Mrs. Porter.

My son, Daniel, needs a lawyer. I suggested you.

Are you gonna answer that?Excuse me?

The phone is ringing. Please answer it.

Kim Kaswell's office.

I'm not sure. Let me check her calendar.

Is this the downtown courthouse or Van Nuys?

Uh, yes. She has a deposition at 2,

but I think we can move that.

Okay.

Come on. Chop-chop. We gotta get you an interview suit.

Okay, thank you so much. Bye-bye.

Hello? How are you gonna get a job sitting on your butt?

Ah, I think I just did.

The phone is ringing. Hello?

Kim Kaswell's office. No, no, no.

The Fleming motion gets blue-backed

and filed with Judge Brewer's clerk. Uh-huh.

What can I do?

Well, I don't know how else to say this,

but I want my life back.

Nine years ago, the guy in that plane was happily married.

He had a career, he had a home and a baby on the way.

And now everything is, uh...Nine years is a long time.

Lindsey is remarried.

To a friend of mine from college,

if you can believe that.

She's grown her business,

and now she's raising Noah, my son.

And it's not as if my old life is gone, I mean, it's there.

It's like it's in a museum, behind glass,

and I can see it, but I just can't get to it.

I understand more than you could possibly know.

I know there's no road map for this kind of thing,

but we were in love and we had built a life together.

Okay. I will start with her lawyer,

and you will be in a room with Lindsey by the end of the day.

I promise.

He won't come into the office?

His e-mail said he preferred to meet at a bar.

Cool."Cool"?

He's Jonathan Noble. He knows the business of men

isn't done in conference rooms

and high-rises, it's done right here

over a pint of something imported.

It's all very Hemingway. I like it.

Yeah, well, did Hemingway wear a watch,

because Jonathan Noble's late.

Kim Kaswell?

Can I help you?

I'm Jonathan Noble.

Ha. Excuse me?

I'm Susan Semler. Jonathan Noble is my pen name.

No. This isn't right.

Jonathan Noble's an hombre. Everyone knows that.

This is my boss, Jay Parker. He's a big fan.

Not buying any of this.

"Highlights are not metrosexual, they're just girlie.

Manscaping adds an inch.

Never break up with someone holding a drink."

Anyone can memorize the guy's lines.

Euro-cut suit, festive tie, casual hair.

Let me guess, you're about to go on a first date

with a hot yoga instructor

and you wanna show off the Zen under that gabardine blend.

I need something imported.

When I started writing as Jonathan Noble,

I got more assignments, more money, more respect.

And did American Maleknow?

They liked my writing and assumed I was a man.

They hired me sight unseen, and the column just took off.

So who is this?

He's the reason I'm talking to you.

That's Jeff Harris.

When they wanted a byline photo, I hired him.

He was an unemployed bartender.

I assumed they'd want one or two pictures and that'd be it.

As I got more popular, they wanted to show his face

on buses and billboards.

I even sent him into the magazine

for one or two publicity events.

This doesn't end well.

He went rogue.

Last week, I got an e-mail from my editor

congratulating me on my talk show.

You got a talk show?

I didn't. He did.

Turns out he's been negotiating with some major network.

All without me.

I want an injunction to keep him from using my name

and persona that I created.

We're gonna crush this guy.

I can't believe you made this happen so quickly.

Thank you.

It's the letterhead that does the work.

Now you're just being modest. My mother was right about you.

You care.

Oh.

Thank you.

Miss Bingum.

Hey, Danny.

I can't believe it's you.

She's not coming, is she?

Where's Lindsey?

It's too hard for her. I'm sorry.

You sorry for marrying my wife

or that she won't talk to me?

You gotta understand, Danny, she buried you.

It broke her heart. She just needs some time.

Yeah, because nine years wasn't enough?

Well, I take it you're Carl.

Hi.JANE: Hello.

Sorry, but Lindsey does need to be here.

There are a number of issues.

This will take care of them.

It's generous.

That's Daniel's half of their savings

and the house, with interest.

It should be more than enough to get a good start.

Daniel.

What about Noah?

You never even met him.

Yeah, but he's still my son.

Does he even know that I exist?

I'm sorry, Mr. Porter, Lindsey wants full custody.

That check is contingent upon you agreeing not to contest.

Think about it.

Come on, Carl.

I am sorry. She was supposed to be here.

You don't have to accept that.

You have a son and if you wanna go to court

and fight for shared custody, I can help.

Send it back.

Hello.MAN 1: Hi, Jane.

Ah!

I'm sorry.

Jane? You all right?

Um...

I'm sorry. I thought I saw...

What?

Nothing.

Uh, it was-- It was nothing.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Cherry Danish. I hid one behind the grape juice. Shh.

Are you all right? You look a little unhinged.

I keep seeing Deb everywhere. What's the deal with that?

I don't know. Why do you think you keep seeing Deb everywhere?

You're gonna answer my question with a question?

You are a guardian angel, not a guardian shrink.

Forget it. I'll figure it out on my own.

Wait, what are you doing here?

Uh, I'm temping.

For whom?

For, um...

One of the lawyers.

Which one?

The, um... Uh...

What's her name? Kim.

Kim? Kim?

The lawyer who tried to have me disbarred and destroy my career?

It's a job. And in this economy--

It's a terrible job. Forget that she's my sworn enemy.

She's gonna chew you into pieces.

I don't know. I'm a pretty good temp.

Don't forget, I used to be a desk jockey upstairs,

rolling calls for the big guy.

Mm.How hard can this be?

You're not gonna last a week.

Hey, you ready for this?

Yeah, I think so.

There she is.

Daniel.

You look good, Daniel.

You look exactly the same.

Come on.

When your memory came back, what was your very first thought?

My wife and my son.

Daniel, do you believe that you are capable of caring for Noah?

Absolutely.

What will you do about money? How will you contribute?

I was a general contractor before the accident,

and I know I can't expect to just pick up

exactly where I left off,

but with the publicity around my return

I already have a couple of job offers.

I'll be fine.

Nothing further.

Mr. Porter, can you name your son's pediatrician?

Objection. That is so mean.Mr. Porter has admitted

his circumstances are unusual. I'm exploring how unusual.

I'll allow it.

No, I can't.

Can you name any of Noah's teachers?

No.

Know the name of the school he attends?

What sports he plays?

Can you name a single friend--?

Come on, Your Honor.

This is so far below the belt,

counsel's looking up his own rear.

Miss Bingum.

My client would like to know

the answers to all these questions.

Shared custody would give him that opportunity.

That's why we're here.

It's a cease-and-desist order.

You're to terminate all negotiations

for a Jonathan Noble talk show.

That's ridiculous.

And curtail all appearances using that persona.

I'm sorry. No can do.

Excuse me?The demand is out there.

Give people what they want.

People don't want you.

You're just the face.

You write it, I be it.

"I be it"?

Yeah, I'm giving Jonathan Noble more of a folksy,

downhome charm.

I can't talk to him.

Your client had a contract with Miss Semler.

Five hundred dollars for a set of photographs

and unlimited use.

Show me paperwork that spells that out.

It was an oral contract. We'll sue for breach.

As soon as you show me the invisible clause

that prohibits my client from pursuing a talk show--

The reason the network approached him

is because of my words.

You are my intellectual property.

Not anymore.

We petitioned the court earlier this month

to have Mr. Harris' name legally changed

to Jonathan Noble.

The decree was issued this morning.

Hi. I'm Jonathan.

Nice to meet you.

Psychogenic fugues affect less

than 0.2 percent of the population.

And Daniel is in that 0.2 percent?

Yes. He's a textbook case.

Doctor, in your experience,

are there any lasting side effects?

When it's over, it's over.

Someone coming out of a fugue state

wouldn't have diminished physical or mental capacity?

No, he wouldn't.

Would there be any impact on ability

to bond with or take care of his own child?

No. None.

Thank you.

Could a psychogenic fugue recur?Almost never.

Yes or no, doctor. Could it happen?

It's possible.

So no warning, out of the blue,

someone who's been in one psychogenic fugue

could slip into another?

Yes.

No further questions.

Where's the research on copyright statutes?

The research you had me find 30 seconds ago? Left hand.

Dry cleaning?Back seat of your car.

Confirm my lunch?You had me cancel lunch.

You brought in salad from your dinner with Skippy,

who's either the kid you used to babysit or your accountant.

He's both.

And it needs to be refrigerated.

Don't look her in the eye.

I just spent the morning IMing with a colleague across town.

Ask me who.

Who?Tony's assistant.

Her boss has lunch reservations at Letizia at 1.

And now, so do you.

Oh, you did not.Did.

I can't.Can.

So who is she?

An out-of-town relative? Does Tony have a sister?

No way does your sister dress like that.

The heels and that blouse? You don't unbutton for your brother.

Actually, Tyra did a whole show about it. Seriously freaky.

I can't believe this.

I am being dumped, the old-fashioned way,

by not calling me back.

This never happened to me before.

You mean, it's never happened to Deb.

And now he's out with someone else. Already.

That's not okay.

It wouldn't be okay with Deb, and it is not okay with Jane.

I'm going in.

You're making that up.No, no, I'm not.

Jane?

Oh. Tony. Ha.

Wow, I almost walked right past you.

What are you doing here?Eating lunch.

Oh. Ha, ha.

Yeah, me too. That's so weird.

Oh, I'm with Stacy.

Hey.Hey.

Hi, I'm Jane.

Oh, I'm sorry. This is Elisa. Elisa, this is Jane.

Elisa. Elisa...?

You look so familiar. Have we met?

No, I...No?

Well, then I should let you go and enjoy your lunch.

It was really great seeing you. I know I owe you a call.

A couple.

But that's fine.

Ooh. By the way, Elisa, cute blouse.

Oh. Heh, heh.

So, wait, have you guys known each other for a while,

or...?We just met.

If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna visit the ladies' room.

You're making your friend uncomfortable.

I'm making my friend uncomfortable?

I was looking for clarity, and now I've gotten it.

When you said you wanted to slow things down,

you meant you wanted to be seeing people like Elisa.

Jane--No, really, thank you.

It is now totally clear. Transparent.

Okay, the car is waiting. We have to go.

Great seeing you, Tony. Come on, we're walking.

How big a disaster? Tell me the truth.

Remember when you died in that car accident?

Yeah.This is close.

Oh, I'm sorry I'm late. I--

Jane Bingum,

welcome to So You Made a Big Deal That You Can Dance.

No, no. No, I didn't.

Say hello to the judges.

Yeah.

Hi.

Jane's recent partner, Tony Nicastro,

appears to have moved on to the next level.

What?Time to meet your new partner.

Someone you know better than you know yourself.

Deb Dobkins.

Jane and Deb will dance the tango.

Born in the brothels of Buenos Aires,

a successful tango shows two souls joined as one.

What are you doing here?

Trying to win this thing. Now be quiet and let me lead.

Why am I seeing you everywhere?

In the courtroom, in my office and now in my dream.

You wanna know why you keep seeing me?

Think about it, Jane. What's tomorrow?

Tuesday?Yes, and something else.

The Manolo Blahnik sample sale?And something else.

I don't know.

Hello? It's only the biggest day of the year.

Oh, my God.

Stacy. Tomorrow's my birthday.

Yeah. I know.I almost totally forgot.

Weren't you gonna say anything?

We usually spend all month planning.

I wasn't sure if I should remind you.

You know, I just figured,

you already celebrated your birthday.

As Jane.

So we're not gonna do anything?

No.

Well, I am.

Without me?

Grayson is having a little get-together in your honor,

at the bar, for a couple of Deb's close friends.

What? I wanna go.I know, sweetie.

And if it were my party, I would totally invite you.

But, um, Grayson planned it,

so it would be weird if I brought you.

I'm sorry.

So sorry.

Unacceptable.

There was no Bonnie Simon on the list.

We just found her. Bonnie knew Daniel

when he was in his fugue state.

She can testify to his character.

Lindsey knows her husband.

You'd get references on a nanny.

Daniel has been away for nine years.

You're asking the court to allow a stranger

to share custody of this boy.

I'm going to allow it.

I knew Daniel for the last three years,

but I knew him as Tim Smith.

What was the nature of your relationship?

We dated, on and off.

Even lived together for six months before it ended.

Would you describe Daniel, Tim Smith, as stable?

I'm not sure.

Tim had difficulty keeping a job.

He spent a lot of time at a local bar.

It's where we met.Would you describe the man

as a reliable father figure?Your Honor?

Sustained. Too far, Mr. Resnick.

Miss Simon, why would you date someone for three years

if you believed him to be unstable?

I didn't say he was unstable. Just anxious, I guess.

Why did your relationship end?

Objection. Relevance.You started it, Mr. Resnick.

I think it ended because of who he was.

Tim--

Daniel was non-committal. He didn't wanna settle down.

He was never entirely in the relationship.

It was almost like...

Almost like there was someone else in his life?

Yeah. Like that.

So I pulled all the case law I can find.

It's a long shot, but if we hit them

with copyright infringement, the Lanham Act, we may have a--

Did you hear a word I just said?

Yeah. Copyright infringement, Lanham Act.

Did you change your tie?I'm taking a client to dinner.

My client?Our client. My firm.

I brought this case in. I've been--

I'm not taking over. It's dinner.

And I don't plan on discussing a lot of business.

What do you think of the tie?

I think Jonathan Noble would approve.

Let's hope she does.

It's the legal equivalent of a land grab.

We'll go after him for copyright infringement,

use the Lanham Act.

Will it work?

I have a lot of confidence in your lawyers.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't even ask if you wanted more.

What era am I living in, right?It's okay.

Let's talk about you.

When did you know you wanted to be a writer?

What are you doing?

What do you mean?

You're using my own stuff on me.

Your stuff?

The accidental hand caress.

That's from my article in April 2007.

Oh, come on. It's a tiny table.

Take charge, then apologize for taking charge.

You did that with the wine.

That is from my "Road Map To The Bedroom" column.

Shall I go on?

What can I say? You know your stuff.

Is it working?

No.

It really isn't.

It's strange to be on the receiving end

of my own advice.

Especially coming from you.Why's that?

I always assumed that I was writing for much younger men.

The target demographic of the magazine is guys in their 20s.

If it's any consolation, I usually date younger women.

Thanks to you.

There's a great jazz club right down the road.

You wanna continue this conversation there?

I appreciate the offer,

but I have a lot of work I gotta do.

Thanks for dinner.

Call Judge Mayson's clerk. I wanna amend my witness list.

On it. You wanna know why I was waiting by the elevator?

Okay, why were you waiting?

I have good news. Guess who called three times.

Who?Tony.

I don't know what happened--

That is not good news.

Oh, then you're not gonna like the follow-up.

Guess who's waiting in your office.

What the hell, Jane?

It's nice to see you too.

Would you like something to drink?

Jane.

Okay.

I'm sorry. But I don't feel bad about it.

Maybe I went a little overboard, but I was not the one on a date

when all we were doing was slowing things down.

You keep saying that--Were those not your words?

You gotta let me finish.

By all means. Finish.

It wasn't a date.

It was a job interview.

Her name is Elisa Powell.

It was for a job at the U.S. Attorney's office.

One I'm unlikely to get at this point.

Oh.

Well, now I feel bad about it.

Wish I could help you out with that.

I am sorry. Genuinely.

But I am not entirely wrong here.

Oh, for God's sake, you can't just apologize?

Had you bothered to return my calls,

I might've known what was going on.

That doesn't excuse--

I don't exist well in limbo.

So I just wanted to know where we stand.

Fine. Wanna know where we stand?Yeah.

It's over.

Wait. It's over?

Goodbye, Jane.

She killed him.What? Who killed whom?

Look, Susan just posted this on her blog 15 minutes ago.

Uh, "While it's been said

behind every good man is a good woman,

the truth, some men don't exist at all.

Jonathan Noble is one of them.

I'm a 36-year-old woman

and I've been Jonathan Noble since day one."

She killed and buried Jonathan Noble.

She's really 36?

She wrote that she had an epiphany last night.

It was you, wasn't it?

There's two lawyers on the phone from Dewey & Pierce

representing American Male, they wanna talk.

Which lawyers?Dewey and Pierce.

They wanna talk about Susan Semler.

And they don't sound happy.

Your Honor, I know this is unusual,

but I would like to let my client question this witness.

What?

You can't allow that. What precedent would that be?

I can't imagine having many more cases like this one,

so I'm not worried about the precedent.

Proceed.

She's under oath, Daniel. What do you wanna ask?

When did you stop loving me?

Never.

Then why wouldn't you see me?

Why are we here?

Danny, when your plane crashed, I thought my life had ended too.

And believing you were dead,

hoping you weren't, and never knowing,

it's no way to live.

And it's why I want custody of Noah.

I don't understand.

Noah has a full and happy life now.

We both do.

I know it's not your fault, but I can't let you into his life

knowing that there's a chance you could disappear again.

And the doctor said it was possible.

Noah is such a good kid.

You'd be proud of him.

But I can't risk you breaking his heart

the way you broke mine.

And maybe you got off lucky.

Amnesia is one thing, but having you...

and losing you...

and then knowing what you lost,

it's just, it's too much to ask of someone you love.

So I guess that's it.

The court will let us know when the judge has a decision.

Hey, Dad.

You wanna get out of here?

Yeah.

Daniel?

It could be simple breach, or they could go for fraud.

Whatever happens, you have our full support.

Miss Semler? Boris Bell.

CEO of Cornet Publishing.

I recognize your name.

Today is the first time I'm hearing yours.

Miss Semler is prepared to write a letter of apology.

I've been a fan of Jonathan Noble from the start.

Imagine my surprise when I woke up and read his blog--

Her blog. It wasn't just professionally humiliating,

it felt personal.It wasn't meant to--

You should never be published again.

We don't think--Was my first thought.

Then the response to the column started coming in.

Comments on the website, e-mails.

Sorry, I haven't been online.

Our readers have been cheering for you.

They understand why you did what you did.

I'm prepared to offer you a three-year contract

to stay on as a columnist.

On one condition.

You use your own name. Hm?

Judge Mayson's clerk called,

but I can't find Daniel.

Call the hotel.I did.

He and his mother checked out.

I talked to a bellman who said he put them in a cab.

Call Judge Mayson's clerk, get him to stall.

Where's my expense report?

In your briefcase.I never look in my briefcase.

And on your desk.My calendar?

Updated.Motions?

Proofed. I alphabetized your call list,

cataloged your billables and cut up your vegetables.

Did you remember to--?Stop.

Okay, I've worked for some control freaks

before, Miss Kaswell, but you take the gold medal.

You don't recognize you've never had a better assistant.

And never will.

No temp has ever spoken to me like that before.

Well, clearly they should have.

How would you feel about being permanent, $100 more a week?

Plus dental.Deal.

Bus 4736 will be arriving in 15 minutes.

4736, San Luis Obispo, will be arriving in 15 minutes.

Where you headed?

Um...

I'm going to Seattle.

I'm gonna stay with my mom for a bit. Get myself situated.

You weren't gonna call?

I know I should have, I'm sorry. I--

I just-- I was afraid to talk to you before I left.

I'm dropping the case, Jane.

I thought you might convince me not to.

You can't just give up, Daniel.Lindsey was right.

I saw that outside that courtroom, in the hallway.

Noah has a family.

Carl's been there as long as he can remember.

It's the only father he's ever known.

And I show up, it's like pulling the roof down on him.

He's your son. You have rights.

No, I know. Maybe someday, when he's older...

But, well, there's something else too.

Something I just learned.

What?It wasn't the first time.

When Daniel went into his fugue state nine years ago,

it wasn't the first time.

That happened the summer he was 10. He fell off a bike,

and for three days, he just lost himself completely.

He didn't know who he was, where he was, or...

His memory was gone.

I didn't say anything before because I--

You didn't wanna hurt his chances in court.

Yes.

But you had to tell him.

Knowing what I know now,

how can I promise anyone I won't disappear again?

I can't.

This is the right thing to do. For everyone.

Well, everyone but you.

It's been nine years.

The world that I lived in has moved on without me.

And if I wanna move on, then I guess I just have to let go.

So, what do you think?What do I think?

Yes. Did Daniel do the right thing?

Let his old life go on without him.

Well, it sounds like he did the right thing for Daniel.

But we're not talking about Daniel, are we?

You're doing okay.

You're pretty strong.

You know, normally, I might have the urge to hug you,

but my fuzzies went away when you told me

that you're working for Kim.

Jane, why do you think I took this job?

I don't know.

Come here.

I only have one real job, and that's to look after you.

Mm-hm.

And with that desk right there,

well, it gives me a front-row seat.

To Deb, on your 25th birthday.

It's been a little while now, and...

This should be getting easier, right?

I miss you. Your friends miss you.

And even though we're all here celebrating your life,

our lives are a little less...

Sparkly.

Yeah. It's all a little less sparkly.

To Deb.ALL: To Deb.

Happy birthday, Deb.

♪ Past is past ♪

♪ You never really Gave it a shot ♪

♪ Maybe you'll find that ♪

♪ When you come back ♪

♪ I'll be alright On your own again ♪

♪ Back to where it all began ♪

♪ The phone don't ring And the tears they fall ♪

♪ But you carry on And on and on ♪