Dizzy rushed through the hos­pi­tal doors to vis­it Wyn­ton, excit­ed but appre­hen­sive to encounter Lizard, her child­hood friend, who looked slight­ly dif­fer­ent with gelled hair and nerd glass­es. Their reunion felt charged, rem­i­nis­cent of the deep con­nec­tion they once shared. She was torn between the joy of see­ing him and the mem­o­ries of their breakup, com­pound­ed by Lizard’s last mes­sage on the bath­room mir­ror, which read “Leave Me Alone.” When she prompt­ed him to explain their past, Lizard hes­i­tat­ed but even­tu­al­ly revealed that he had lied about not feel­ing endor­phins dur­ing their kiss—feelings he ini­tial­ly kept hid­den.

Intrigued, Dizzy pushed him to express him­self more clear­ly. Lizard final­ly admit­ted that their shared kiss sparked feel­ings he had rather than sup­press. He explained his feel­ings were real, ignit­ing hope with­in her. Dizzy decid­ed to kiss him again, this time feel­ing a gen­uine con­nec­tion. The kiss deepened—embracing the warmth and excite­ment that erupt­ed. It was exhil­a­rat­ing, and Dizzy felt lib­er­at­ed, remark­ing that she felt it this time, a shift in their rela­tion­ship.

With new­found exhil­a­ra­tion, Dizzy pulled Lizard along toward Wynton’s hos­pi­tal room, where they were greet­ed by fam­i­ly: her moth­er, Uncle Clive, and Cas­sidy. Addi­tion­al­ly, she was sur­prised to see her ances­tral ghosts, bring­ing a near-mys­ti­cal air to the room. One ghost, resem­bling her grand­fa­ther, emerged—the con­nec­tion unfurl­ing like a flower.

Dizzy felt unde­ni­able joy as she saw her fam­i­ly and sensed Wyn­ton’s impend­ing awak­en­ing. The atmos­phere shift­ed to a hope­ful tone, espe­cial­ly as her broth­er Miles made his way into the room, bring­ing emo­tion­al warmth through his ges­tures. Out­side, crowds gath­ered around the RV called Pur­ple Rain, sig­nal­ing the arrival of Theo Fall, who gar­nered tears of joy from her moth­er.

Dizzy real­ized her fam­i­ly was her entire world. She envi­sioned them as a tight­ly-knit unit, despite the chaos of life, and under­stood that the chaot­ic beau­ty of shared moments was what mat­tered most. As she watched her father make his way towards Wyn­ton, she felt a mix of hope and trep­i­da­tion when he sud­den­ly turned back, prompt­ing a col­lec­tive gasp of anx­i­ety from the group—the return­ing embrace of famil­ial warmth jux­ta­posed against the uncer­tain­ty of life.