Joan's sitting on the floor of the bookstore, leaning against the end of a bookshelf, talking on the phone to Sammy -- which version is anyone's guess -- and complaining that the store's had no customers for two hours: "It's dead, Sammy. It's like there are plagues coming. Please, just let me close up. I have to study." Good grief. You've got a whole bookstore at your disposal and no one around to bug you. Why do you need to close? Just study there. Man, I would work in a bookstore in a minute -- never mind the dreadful pay -- if I just didn't have to deal with actual customers. Me, alone in a good bookstore? That's my idea of heaven. Joan hears the door open and says, "Oh, wait, there's a customer. Hasn't heard about the plagues. I'll call you back later." She gets up on her knees and twists around the end of the bookshelf, only to see it's Ryan. He just stands there with his hands in his pockets, grinning. Smug bastard. She says, "It's you…" as she gets to her feet, adding, "And it's me." He spreads his hands: "Here we are." He approaches her, asking if she has anything on how to run a newspaper. Joan: "You're kidding, right?" Ryan: "Not really. Just about everything I know was self-taught. All the information in the world, right here for the taking." I have to say, the creepy vibe this guy gives off is such that if I were just tuning into this show now, I'd think he's planning to rape her. So, uh, well done, I guess. He continues, "Most people don't know how to use it. That's to our advantage." Joan emits a small, nervous laugh: "That and the other thing." He agrees.