Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist

I just feel like I'm in a perpetual daze,

Mo, like, I'm floating through life.

The songs never stop.

Me feeling all alone

with this power never stops.

So therapy's going great, huh?

Here's the most screwed up part.

Most of my sessions aren't even about my powers.

They're about Max.

Which makes me wonder,

did we make a huge mistake

putting things on pause?

Girl, why are you whispering?

Because it makes things less scary that way?

You do realize that you're still with Simon, right?

Yes.

And that Max is leaving for New York

tomorrow with Rose.

Hence the New York taxi cab cookies

that I'm making and you're ruining?

Well, maybe this one got in an accident

with this one.

Lord, have mercy. - I completely agree with you.

It's absolutely not fair to Simon

to even be having these thoughts.

Maybe it's time that he and I

have a talk.

A talk or the talk?

The talk?

I don't know. Simon's great.

It's just not working.

But the last thing I want to do is hurt him.

Well, then, honey, you can completely avoid it

and let that fester.

That's healthy.

Okay, how many Perry texts have you not responded to?

I've responded to all of them.

Even the one he just sent.

Oh, what did you say?

New phone, who this?

Listen, I don't have time to be with someone

that has doubts about being with me.

I'm far too busy trying to figure out

how to run Maximo without the Max part,

and planning Max's big old goodbye party.

Hey, I mean,

you don't have to call it that,

'cause it's really more like

a "see you in a couple months" party.

How many people are going?

Whoa.

Okay, all of the programmers?

Danny Michael Davis?

My family?

Max wanted to do something big.

That doesn't exactly sound like someone

who's just going away for a couple of months, does it?

Okay, warm clothes, check.

Cold clothes, check.

Short-sleeve button downs--

Okay, um, so you know that you don't actually

have to bring, like, everything, right?

Okay, this thing again.

What is it? What is it?

Is it a toy? Is it a bomb? Can it do my taxes?

It's just some dumb experiment

Zoey and I did for our Sprqpoint orientation.

It's, uh, it's not important.

Yet it made it into the suitcase.

Well, I don't know.

I'm just throwing things everywhere.

I mean, look at this place.

I just couldn't be more pumped

about this new Drone Phone.

Like, beyond excited.

This is exactly what we need

to kick this company into a whole other level.

Are you okay, Danny Michael Davis?

Yeah, yeah, sorry, I'm just a little tired

from giving these special guided tours

through Presidio Park at midnight

while people are on ayahuasca.

So, uh, Leif, tell me where we are at with the phone.

Oh, uh, potentially in, uh, litigation?

Turns out there's another company called Sky Talker

that's been developing a similar drone-type phone.

They're just a small start-up with no real funding yet,

but they may have a claim.

Oh, no, I'm not worried about it.

You're not?

Small company, no funding, no problem.

We'll tie them up in court so long,

phones won't even exist by the time we're done with them.

We'll just tap on our temples

and texts are blinking, like, watch, like.

Uh-uh. Hm.

I'm gonna go work on it right now.

Tony!

We have an announcement to make.

So, in accordance with the Sprqpoint Employee Handbook,

Mackenzie and I have notified HR,

in writing,

that we're officially together.

And by together, I mean that

if you find us in the stairwell doing our thing,

keep walking, bro, 'cause we legal.

We're not doing that.

No, we're not. That is correct.

Because we don't do anything the other doesn't consent to.

That's right.

Congratulations. - Thanks. Thank you.

I'm so happy for you guys. - Thank you.

Yo, thanks. - Yes.

So...

they're HR legal.

Yeah, I guess...

We never did that, huh?

No, we did not.

Uh...

Do you think maybe we should

have a talk about--

Us?

Yeah.

I've been thinking.

I have too.

Um...

I think we should break up.

Oh.

Okay.

Here I was thinking this was gonna be hard as--

When we first got together

I just didn't expect

we'd end up here.

I think we both know by now

that life doesn't work out

exactly the way we planned.

I feel like you know everything about me, Zoey,

and there's a piece

of you that I can't know.

Or that you won't let me know.

I'm sorry. I've been trying.

Maybe that's part of the problem, right?

You shouldn't have to try

so hard.

Look.

We both went through some very tough stuff

at the same exact time

and maybe we confused our bonding

over our shared grief for...

something else.

Maybe, but

the connection was undeniable.

Yeah, which is why I don't regret it, you know.

You made me feel better.

And I hope I did the same for you.

You did.

Hey, so, which one of these screams

"hip guy at a cool downtown restaurant party" to you?

I can barely tell them apart.

Bahama blue it is.

What are you laughing at?

I just, I hadn't gotten onto my Facebook page

for like, months, and my high school boyfriend,

Eric Shepard, he wrote me this

really sweet note

and I wrote him back,

and now we're texting.

Aw, that's nice.

Mom, Mom, Mom, no, no, no. You gotta be more careful.

Seriously, anyone can claim to be anyone

on the internet.

Maybe it's Eric Shepard,

maybe it's the Sonoma Strangler.

We don't know. - Is that even a serial killer?

Sounds like one, doesn't it?

David, I appreciate you being protective of me,

but I am fine.

Okay, cool, yeah, no.

'Cause that's what I was trying to do.

I'm trying to be protective.

Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna go with the other shirt.

Well, show me a picture of him.

And I guess it better than I expected?

It turns out that Simon was feeling

all the same things I was.

Still hurts, though.