On a bench outside Celia's, Patrick snuggles with Annie, testily asking what's wrong with hope. She asks what he means. He says he feels like everyone just wants him to accept his father's death, but that until a body is recovered, he wants to believe Hal could be alive. Annie gazes up at him, telling him of course he can believe, and that his optimism is one of the things she loves most about him. Patrick hesitantly asks whether she thinks he's crazy, and she sits up seriously to ask, "What's crazy about wanting to have a dad?" Patrick asks whether she believes Hal could be alive, and Annie very kindly says that if Patrick believes, she does too. Patrick says that, right now, the reason he most wants his father to be alive is so that he can introduce him to Annie. Okay: aw. Annie smiles, dimpling, and just as they're starting to kiss, Celia throws the front door open and brusquely sends Annie home. As she returns inside, Annie tells Patrick, "When I meet your dad, I hope he likes me more than your mom does." I might have said something more like, "If your dad has been alive, I can understand why he wouldn't be in a rush to shack up with her again."

Sometime later, Liza's changed into her pyjamas, but she's still wired, apparently and opens Marin's door, asking if she's awake. Marin, sitting in bed with a magazine, bitterly says that she is. Liza tiptoes in and plops on the end of the bed. Marin makes a dumb joke about the music, and Liza apologizes that things got out of hand. Marin says it's okay, saying she just hopes everyone can recover in time for Marin's own party on Saturday. "Our birthday party is going to kick butt!" gasps Liza. Marin, knowing that she's going to sound kind of petty but saying it anyway, haltingly informs Liza that Saturday's party was supposed to be for her, not them: "Saturday's the big night, and I'm a big deal here -- this was all before you were coming." Liza, not getting it at all, enthusiastically says, "So now it can be for both of us -- just like always, except we're in frigging Alaska! How fun is that?" She grins so huge it actually looks painful. Marin tries to press her point -- that she doesn't want Liza box-blocking her at her own birthday party -- but before she can get into it, she starts sniffing the air with alarm. "Is it...man scent?" asks Liza dorkily. "SMOKE," says Marin, asking whether Liza left candles burning. They burst into Liza's room to see her curtains consumed in flame, and scream. Good thing Theresa's a night owl.