Hawkins House. Sarah and Hawkins pack up for their trip. "I'm guessin' the good folks of Jericho don' know about this stuff," Sarah observes. Why did Sarah suddenly have to put on a small-town accent there? Also, don't mess with the good folks of Jericho, Sarah, or you and me are gonna have words. Hawkins says that Jericho doesn't know a lot of things. Isn't that the understatement of the year. Their voyage to the Old Man will take only two hours. Sarah's surprised at the Old Man's proximity, but Hawkins explains that when the Old Man chose the rally point, he wanted it in his own back yard. How odd that Hawkins seems to know more about the Old Man than Sarah does. I'd have thought it would be the other way around. Hawkins says he thinks the Old Man has been watching him ever since he broke off communications a few days ago. Sarah asks if Hawkins is worried about what they're going to find out there. "You're not?" Hawkins wonders. "We can handle him -- it's you and me," says Sarah. "Let's get to work." I definitely think she's harboring an unhealthy obsession with Hawkins. I mean, it stands to reason: he was her boyfriend before the attack, and now people and boyfriends are scarce. Especially ones who understand what Sarah does, whatever that is. She seems to have no one left in the world except Hawkins. Furthermore, Hawkins isn't as alone as she. He still has his family, and she already knows full well that he would choose them over her.
In Stanley's beat-up truck, Mimi complains about how slow Stanley is driving. Jake explains that they only have half a tank, and Stanley hopes it will get them to Flint Springs. Jake and Stanley then proceed to argue about white tails and terrain and hunting jargon, until Mimi interrupts to say it's crazy to think she's going to learn how to hunt. It's even crazier when you consider that her ineptitude could scare away precious quarry. Maybe Stanley should have started her with BB guns and tin cans. Stanley argues that everyone is doing his or her part; Bonnie's been out twice. "Good for frickin' Bonnie!" Mimi snaps. Where is frickin' Bonnie, by the way? "Bonnie grew up on a farm!" Mimi goes on. "The closest I ever got to the outdoors was the Ralph Lauren section at Neiman Marcus!" Stanley tries to compare hunting with bargain shopping, but Mimi counters, "Bargains? At Neimans? Sometimes I forget that the biggest designer in your closet is Wrangler." And my estimation of Stanley has dropped even farther -- I would have figured him for Levi's at least. Then again, I guess even Levi's have entered the realms of ridiculously expensive jeans. Jake chuckles over their "domestic squabbles." Stanley tells him to knock it off, and Mimi says, "This isn't squabbling." I'm surprised she didn't say "This isn't domestic."