Sara lets herself in to the kitchen at the Chieftain, where she is met by a sour-looking Theresa. Sara uncomfortably says that she was looking for Ben, and Theresa coldly says that he's out front, making friends with a caribou. Sara peeks through the pass-through to see, smiling, and Theresa decides to make small talk: "So. You and Ben." "Yeah," agrees Sara, smiling stiffly. "Me and Ben." She looks like she actually means it when she asks, "Are you okay with that?" Theresa says that she just doesn't want Ben to get hurt. Sara fleetingly makes a face. Theresa's like, "What." "Now you're worried about Ben getting hurt?" says Sara frankly. Theresa evenly replies, "What Ben and I have is complicated, but we care about each other." "I care about Ben," says Sara. "Good," says Theresa. "Good," Sara agrees. She asks Theresa to tell Ben that Sara will come back later, and leaves before Theresa's mood goes from scary calm to just plain scary.

Opera. The house is making the muted "ding"s to let the patrons know it's time to go sit down, and Marin jokingly asks Jack if they should try to take their beers in with them. Jack's response is another dry cough, now accompanied by some wheezing. She asks what his deal is, and he tries to play it off like he's fine, but she can tell that he isn't, and he quickly admits that she's right. Marin hustles Jack toward the door as he tells her he's having an asthma attack. Hope that whiff of the smoking porch was worth it, Marin.

At a hospital, Jack is waiting in the hallway, perched on a gurney with his bowtie undone, while Marin complains that it's taking so long for him to be seen: "This is Anchorage, not New York. No one's been pushed in front of a subway!" Only Marin would be chauvinistic about New York being more dangerous to live in than Anchorage. The crisis in Darfur must be giving her a real inferiority complex. Anyway, a couple of doctors show Jack into an exam room, Marin following heedlessly. One asks if she's Jack's wife, and she says she's his friend. The doctor says that only immediate family members are permitted, and Marin lies, "You don't understand -- we're very close!" Really, Marin? What colour hair does Lynn have? Thought so. Park it in the waiting room and become one with the four-month-old Reader's Digest. But Marin can't help herself: "I mean, not [close] in that way, but we could be, not that I want that--" "MA'AM," the doctor interrupts. "This is a hospital, not a confessional." Seriously -- shut up, Marin. But then a voice is telling the doctor it's okay: "She's with me." Hey! It's Jack's brother, Ian, smirking smugly. Marin, for some reason, looks surprised that Jack's brother, who she knows lives in Anchorage, would be present for Jack's medical emergency...