Atlas, the next morning, 5:35 AM. The alarm goes off. Rob rubs his eyes disbelievingly at the early hour. People gradually wake up, and an already-perky Austin tells them all that it's time to "open your stocking." Which is precisely the metaphor I was thinking of, so good for him. He really does have the feel of a 1950s mom in that moment. Sort of getting in touch with his inner Barbara Billingsley. The packages are distributed, and indeed, it looks a great deal like Christmas, except that everyone is receiving and no one is giving, which is the only thing that could make Christmas a better holiday, I personally feel. Austin is the first to hold up something he finds in his parcel, and it's a pair of gray-blue (that's my story, and I'm sticking to it, so don't email me, because I can't describe colors) flat-front shorts. Jay, on the other hand, immediately dons a kicky white hat with a brim. Very Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla. As Rob explains, they all discovered post-office uniforms in their packages. Rob's happens to include a USPS baseball cap. Alone in her room, Wendy opens her uniform as well. Far be it from her to participate in the group activity, not that the group activity isn't Wendy-Hating a fair amount of the time. Wendy also reads us the accompanying note that tells her, "Project Runway Designers, Please get dressed and report for duty in the lobby." She smiles smugly, because the post office is just boring and conventional and incompetent enough for he to stand a chance.

Out in the living room, Austin is disbelievingly holding up a simple, pale blue collared shirt. Safe to say it's been a while since Austin Scarlett wore anything quite like that, unless he was working undercover for some reason. Meanwhile, Wendy already has herself dressed, and has decided to pull a little something on Kara, who's still in her room and hasn't emerged yet. Wendy says through the door that someone from the post office has something for Kara, and Kara wants to know if she's serious. Wendy, standing in her uniform shirt, shoes, and brimmed hat, assures Kara that she is. Kara opens the door, and when she sees Wendy, she steps back, covers her mouth, and laughs.

Out in the living room, Jay has his uniform shirt untucked and his Jesus hair flying free, and he's cracking up an obediently tidy Rob with an impression of what is apparently the world's first stoned postal carrier. "Yeeeeah, I know your mail's here suuumewhere," he slurs. Rob snorts. "I was just at the end of the block, I was talking to my buddy...." Jay explains in an interview that he believed the resemblance between himself and Augustus Gloop from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory was striking. How I miss Jay already. Just then, Austin comes flouncing -- I'm not trying to employ stereotypes, but you won't find a more descriptive term -- into the living room in his dark sweater, shorts, and long black socks. "Oh...for God's...sake," Jay remarks in amusement. ["Love." -- Wing Chun]