Lisa makes good with her guardian angel

Spirits. Witches. Angels. Mommies. Younger Lisa has a lot of thoughts as she looks up at her Future Self's pendulous tits over her face. "Oh wow. Fuck you're hot. Am I having an out of body experience, or are you my guardian angel?"

The other Lisa smiles mysteriously. "Maybe I'm you from the future, maybe I'm your guardian angel. Either way, I'm here to help you fix things."

Younger Lisa laughs. "Damn, I've really fucked it if Heaven has to send you."

"It's never too late, Sugarplum."

"Fuck, I miss Jake. Why am I such a stupid fucking bitch, angel?"

Lisa hugs her younger self and holds her close. "You're not stupid, Sugarplum. Life is hard enough without steering into the crash."

Younger Lisa picks up the metaphor. "Well, I've crashed it. I've been pushing Jake away for a long time. He's not going to want to see again after my ugly phone breakup yesterday. No one needs that shit."

Lisa keeps comforting her younger self. "It's ok, Sugarplum. Jake is a classy guy. I know you can meet him on his level. You can fake classy, can't you?"

Younger Lisa swallows a tear. "I guess. Is that good enough?"

Lisa only holds her tighter. "You're good enough, Sugarplum."

After comforting her younger self, Lisa falls into the role of the guardian angel and helps her get dressed. She finds the classiest dress in Younger Lisa's closet -- her old prom dress -- and convinces her to wear it. She grabs a knee-length dress for herself. Hair brushed and faces done up, they take a taxi to Jake's place. He has a detached house with a deep front yard. This is where Lisa and Jake have always met.

Future Lisa prods her younger self's back. Younger Lisa smiles at her guardian angel and rings Jake's doorbell.