House. Night. Balcony. Tea. Jennifer says just that, that David is more stable and she needs stability in her life. David says that Jennifer is wonderful. Jennifer says that "deep down inside I've always been closer to David." Always? You mean, all three days? Wow. That's some fucking history, y'all. David then asks Jennifer what her favorite part of the whole thing has been, and she says that it's the cemetery part and talks about "the connection," and David was right next to her during the whole thing and it was "pretty powerful," and David says, "You just wait." Jennifer sticks her tongue out, and they hold hands. Can we ban the word "connection" from this show? Please? That way it'll probably be, like, twenty minutes shorter.

Bed. They forget the lights and laugh. I hate them. Infrared cam. Our typical last-night dialogue, as snappy as ever, and if possible even less passionate than last week:

David: I enjoyed waking up next to you the first morning…it's weird because my hand is so restricted. But I really want to have it around you.
Jennifer: You know…I just want to be next to you.

Ooh, diss. She hates him. Ha. No underground sex tape to be made tonight. Commercials.

Morning. Mourning. The alarm goes off. MM voice-overs that it's the last day and one dude is left and Jennifer now has her toughest choice -- to decide if she wants to pursue a bleh blah bloo with bleh. Bathroom. Teeth-brushing. David says that he also has part of the choice here. They kiss. She shaves him. She whore-overs that having to chose makes her feel "all the emotions possible." All the emotions, Jennifer? Really? Wow. Now that's some strong choosin' you're fixin' to do. It's going to be tough, she says.