Later, Jane is waiting on the dock with her luggage when Marin comes up and apologizes, actually sincerely. Jane says she knows she pushed Marin into "all this": "I'm pushy." Marin -- fixing her blow-away hair so that we can see she's wearing the shell on her wrist again -- will only allow that Jane is "a smidge" pushy: "But it makes you a great editor." RRRRRRRRRR. "But a great friend, not so much," says Jane. She says she's not going to push anymore; she wants Marin to do what will make her happy. She'll cancel all the meetings, and Marin can stay in "this snow cone of a town": "And you and me? We'll be fine." The ladies smile at each other a moment, and then Marin declares, "I'm coming with you." Jane is silently shocked. Marin pulls it back around to the car: "If I'm not gonna go on my own journey, who will?" Happiness! Kind of.
There's a brief flash of Jack, messing around in his bay, and then we're back on the dock, as Marin reads...herself: "'The Menaissance,' by Marin Frist. My friend Jack taught me about balance -- that it's just as important in nature as it is in yourself." Jack walks toward the camera so we can all remember that he's attractive and rugged.
Annie and Patrick canoodle, with magazines: "That when you care for someone, they can care for you back." I had thought they were both reading New Yorkers, but it turns out she's reading Marin, and he's reading Mad. They'll probably be equally edified by their respective choices.
"That you can trust other people to help you out." Celia does laundry, assisted by a genial Patrick.
"And that you can trust yourself." Alone beside the water, Theresa strums a guitar and makes notes in a book beside her. I want to support her, but she's wearing a trucker hat.
Dock. Jane gets a text: "MISSING YOU ALREADY. PLOW GUY." Oh, shouting. Bad start on the internet, my friend. But Jane eats it up.
"You don't have to say everything you feel." Jack squats in the bay and stares. "I know this because I met Jack. The first real man I've ever known." Jack gets up off his haunches and strides toward the rock, and because the bay is so shallow, it actually looks like he's walking on water. We get it: he's a miracle. A miracle who's not scared to fight with nail scratches and hair-pulling.