Dressed, Jack and Marin head to Jack's Jeep, as he tells her she'll have to drive, because he screwed up his shifting hand. Marin says she can't, and Jack tells her she has to. Marin hesitantly admits that she can't actually drive. Jack looks at her like she just told him she didn't know how to tie her shoes.
So Jack drives, and Marin shifts, musing at the irony of her using driving metaphors to teach people how to date when she doesn't even have a license. Jack doesn't really care to explore this particular aspect of Marin's professional incompetence, and tells her that Alaska is a good place to learn to drive, since it has plenty of open space. "So what's your secret?" she asks. "What you see is what you get," Jack tells her. Marin considers this, and asks him to drop her at the dock.
At the dock, Jane waits, still fiddling with her phone. Marin hops out, sans luggage. Jane asks what happened to her; Marin sort of shrugs, and Jane tells her not to worry about it: "You can shower in Chicago." Marin takes forever to announce what we've all known for an hour: she's not going. Jane tells her, "You can't stay here! They don't have a nail place! Or a spinning class!" Marin says she needs to breathe, and to start her book. "About marriage?" asks Jane, stupidly. "About men," Marin tells her. Jane reminds her that she said she didn't know anything about men, and Marin says it's time she learned. Buzz appears, and Jane hugs Marin, imploring her, "Please be okay." As she trots off, she adds, "You change editors, and I'll hunt you down and kill you." Yeah, I'm sure Marin's a treat to edit, not. Marin happily walks up the dock into town.
At the Inn, Annie and Patrick compare their results on a quiz in Marin's book. Surprise! They're compatible. Lord, she is tiresome.
Marin wads up her gown in the basket of the Inn's bike as MVO says that the truest thing she knows about relationships is that she doesn't know anything. Well, that's a fact.