The day is drawing to a close for the last-day residents who would kill for some food right about now. They pull Mark back to the main crash site and when Arizona asks where Lexie is, no one wants to answer and Mark finally croaks that she's dead. Mere tries to sound upbeat as she announces that they should make a fire, so Cristina hands over their last five matches. Arizona then calls out to Jerry and asks what happened to the four-hour estimate, since everyone knows it's been longer than that. He shushes them as Cristina places a pillow under Mark's head with uncharacteristic gentleness and then screams that there is a helicopter. Those who can immediately jump up and begin yelling and waving their arms, but the trees are obstructing most of their view of the sky. Jerry reminds them about the flare gun so Mere tries to fire it, but it won't work. Derek takes it from her with his good hand and tries to fire it himself, but something is jammed and it refuses to work. In despair, he throws it into the woods as the helicopter sounds like it's flying away.
Evening has fallen in Seattle, too, and Jackson and April are getting dressed for the dinner. Without looking at her, Jackson says that he chose Tulane. April is melancholy, but genuinely congratulates him and tells him this will be good; and he agrees but then turns around and tells her he feels sick leaving her. He can't help adding spitefully that he's glad she's so happy about it. April immediately tells her that of course she's not happy, she's not happy about anything including how she's not a board-certified surgeon, not a virgin and not a good Christian. She softens as she admits she loved having sex with him, but hates that she won't be a virgin for the man she married, and she then also hates that he feels bad about it. She has started crying but tries to pull herself together and heed Callie's words that her problems will still be there tomorrow, and tonight is for celebration. In all honestly, one of her problems might be solved and she might very well have a job after all, who knows. She slaps on a smile and says that she is going to be happy tonight, and is he going to suck it up and be happy with her? His nostrils flare in annoyance but he does buck up and whispers that she looks nice. She returns the compliment, he goes and offers his arm to her, she takes it and they head to the saddest "celebratory" dinner of all time.