At the coffee shop, Marin gets a refill, and asks Jack whether he feels better. He says that food helps, but adds that they should get on the road. I don't think Jack is necessarily up for the drive, but I'm guessing that handing Marin, with her month-old driver's license, the keys to his car isn't going to make his chest feel any less tight. Ian, perhaps reading his mind, suggests that they stay over. Jack hesitates a long moment, giving Ian an opening to convince Marin by telling her that they can see some museums the next day. Plural! Imagine! Marin's eyes flash like she's all over that action, but she immediately looks to Jack for his answer. Ian tells Jack they'll make sure to get his inhaler, but Jack curtly says he doesn't need one, and asks for the cheque. Marin smiles regretfully, and Ian tells her she's welcome any time: "I have a spare room." She nods, watching Jack, at which Ian adds, "You too, Jack," as an afterthought. Jack looks like a return trip to Anchorage is not among his plans for even the distant future.
Chieftain. Jerome's still at the bar when Ben comes around to sit on a stool next to him, contemplating Boo in defeat. Seriously, I know the expert's out of town, but no one thought to just hold the front door open and wait for Boo to find her way out? Anyway, Jerome drawls, "I just don't know how long we can keep ignoring the caribou in the room." Ben winces at the lame-ass joke: "How long've you been sitting on that one, Jerome?" Hee. Jerome admits that it's been a while now, but that he isn't talking about Boo: "I'm talking about your messed-up lady situation." Instead of asking what the hell Jerome the librarian whisperer would know from lady situations, Ben says that he's trying to handle it carefully. Read: wussily. Jerome sums it up: "You've got one lady walking out on you, another lady walking all over you, a caribou that's going nowhere...." Ben pissily says that if he wants advice, he'll ask for it. "You sure about that?" asks Jerome. "I've had twelve beers tonight, and I'm seeing things clearer than you are." Twelve? My God, that man's liver must be the size of a suitcase. Theresa comes out of the kitchen and suggests that they call the park rangers: "We can't let the caribou stay here all night." But Ben thinks they're still speaking metaphorically and determinedly says, "You're right." He gets up and starts unbuckling his belt. Theresa asks what he's doing. "Something I should've done from the very start," Ben action-movies. "Setting her free. She doesn't belong here and she knows it." "Then why doesn't she leave?" asks Theresa sadly. 'Cause she's a freeloader? She likes playing mind games with Ben? She's cheap? She hates to pack? ...Who are we talking about? Ben's looped the end of the belt through the buckle to create a makeshift leash, and as he puts it around Boo's neck, Ben answers Theresa's question: "Because she's been waiting for me to wake up." Ben gently leads Boo to the door and lets her out, gracefully unlooping his belt. Theresa understands how, since Marin came to town, everyone has to speak in portentous subtext, and starts thinking how many liquor boxes she can steal from the bar to pack her stuff in.