At the Med Center, Mom dresses Eric. So much for his newly acquired toughness. Mary arrives and walks cautiously over, until Eric sees her and states, "Mary." With that sort of warmth directed at her, Mary beams. They embrace, Mary squeals, Eric says "Ow," and Mom's face works its way from disappointment over losing her baby to another woman to a grudging smile.

At his store, Frodale stands on a table so his team doesn't have to crouch to hear him and promises the refugees three meals a day if they help him defend the "second largest farm in Jericho." The refugees grumble over risking their lives for a promise and start to leave. Frodale gets irritated and whiny and explains that if they help him, they will finally have a place in Jericho. "If you fight for my farm and we win, then everybody gets an equal split. It will be your farm -- you'll have a stake in town that nobody can take away from you," Frodale explains, actually making sense and being very Berkeley co-op about it. Skylar gazes up at him all hero-worshippy and imagines how much sexier he'll be when his voice changes. Frodale offers them "a future," and the refugees agree. Maybe I should start calling them the refarmgees.

In Gray's office, time has ticked away. It's been four hours. Hawkins glowers, Dad looks stern, and Gray looks very uneasy-rests-the-head-that-wears-the-dunce-cap.

Jake rushes around to do nothing and runs into Emily, who flings herself on his broad and awesome chest. As she grips him, she strokes the nape of his neck. An intimate gesture that's reserved for lovers. So, this is what I have to say: GET OFF HIS NAPE! YOU DON'T OWN JAKE'S NAPE! That's Heather country. And if she's dead, Jake's nape will throw itself on her funeral pyre. Jake pulls Emily to the side to tell her something.

The men in Gray's office wait for the other shoe to explode. Bill wonders if they should call Connie. "I don't have anything to tell him," Gray negates. "I'm not just going to give the town away."

As Emily babbles that everyone's saying New Bern is going to attack them, Jake interrupts and says, "Now look, something happened to Heather. She found out New Bern was building mortars, she tried to stop them, and they caught her, and nobody's seen her since." Emily, nervous, asks what they did to her. Jake doesn't know and has a hard time meeting her gaze. "Is she dead?" Emily finally asks, bluntly. Jake wrinkles up and doesn't know how to respond. "Jake, is she dead? Jake?" Jake still doesn't answer, but luckily, he's saved by the whistling sound that bombs always make on television and in the movies. Never having experienced them myself, I can't rightly say if this is all Foley invention or not.