Cecile's cabin. The cheesy, smoky sax starts up as we see Tim in Cecile's bed and she asks if she can come in, like, it's your bed, Cecile. Then they kiss for a little bit and then Cecile disappears under the blankets and the general consensus on the boards seems to be she headed south for some Skagway suction, a Haines hummer, a little Fairbanks fellatio. Then we see Cecile stroking Tim's head (the one on his shoulders, you dirty-minded freaks) while he sleeps.
Commercials. Tom Cruise arrests people for crimes they haven't committed yet and I guess this is supposed to be science fiction but I'm betting we're not that far off from that scenario in real life anyway.
Day 11. It looks like it's snowing and I guess it's cold enough for them to start showing the temperature again: 17°. Let's see what the useless competition is this week, shall we? Okay, it's skeet shooting, which is at least something people actually do for fun and in terms of hunting could actually prove itself useful in Alaska so let's have a round of applause for the producers. Santagati explains blah blah that these are the challengers coming to whisk the women away. In an interview, Kristian says it would hurt if Andrea hooked up with someone else even though he's told us a couple of times he doesn't really see himself with her. You can't have it both ways, Kristian, you nimrod. Santagati asks if the women are ready to meet the new men and this is where they got that clip of Rebekah saying "yeah" in that weird excited-but-still-pod-person voice that they've shown us eighty million times already, so I hope they stop showing it now.