It was a clear, cool night and Liz is on the roof with her journal and listening to the radio. She puts the journal aside without writing in it. She hadn't been able to form a single entry since the day she felt the attraction between Max and Tess. It had almost torn her apart. She hadn't been eating or sleeping well, either, and it was beginning to make itself felt. She was so tired tonight. All she wanted to do was curl up and try to fall asleep without thinking about where Max was tonight. Maybe, since she was so tired . . . On the radio, Joe Cocker's voice eases Liz into a semi-awake peacefulness. She looks up at the stars and wonders if her heart will ever stop breaking . . .

I'll pack up all my cares and woes . . .
feelin' low . . .
here I go . . .
Bye -- Bye -- Blackbird
Where somebody waits for me . . .
Sugar's sweet . . .
so is she . . .
Bye -- Bye -- Blackbird
No one seems to love her or understand . . .

Max can hear the music down on the street below Liz's rooftop. He knows she won't hear him if he calls out to her, so he just climbs up. He sees her immediately, just sitting there staring up at the stars. She looks so peaceful that he's almost sorry he came. What if she can't forgive him? What would he do then? What if he couldn't make her understand . . .?

There's a light that shines . . .

Max takes a deep breath and a step towards Liz. She drops her gaze from the cloudless sky and her eyes come to rest on Max's face as he's walking towards her across the roof.

I'm comin' on home tonight . . .

Liz doesn't even think to get up and run, because deep down, she figures this is just one of many daydreams she's had over the past few weeks. Besides, she's tired of running . . .maybe, just for tonight, it wouldn't hurt to fantasize a little . . .

Bye -- Bye -- Blackbird . . .

Max walks over to Liz's chair and stands there looking for all the world like he has no idea what to do now . . .

Bye -- Bye -- Blackbird . . .

Liz reaches up her hand and grabs his pulling him down beside her. For a hallucination, he certainly did feel real . . .

Nobody seems to love her or understand it . . .

Max sinks down on the chair beside her and looks to Liz like he wants to say something but has no idea where to begin . . . She reaches up and touches his cheek in invitation to form a connection with her. He's so grateful for this that he has to take a deep breath just to get control of his emotions. They make the connection easily and Liz senses all the love, and pain, and uncertainty in him. And something else, maybe despair . . . What's this? Tears . . . Were they hers or his . . . ? Maybe, both . . .

I'm comin' on home tonight . . .
Bye -- Bye -- Blackbird . . .

Liz slowly realizes that this time, her daydream is reality, and she searches Max's face for some explanation, before she understands that she really doesn't need one at all. She kisses his cheeks and tastes the salt from the tears.