Danny calls Matt back and relays the news. Matt says he's coming down, but Danny tells him not to. Matt says they're currently "bunkered in" by the press at the studio. "At least it's a reminder that we never quite finished the first war," says Danny, and oh my God, we get it. The press stopped covering Afghanistan once Iraq began, and while you could argue whether that was justified considering Iraq was a clusterfuck from nearly the word "go," it's a fair point to make. But the fact that Sorkin has spent the better part of two episodes wagging his finger at the media for dropping the ball, while his show about television has turned to medical and military drama to prop itself up is pretty shitty. The only behind-the-scenes-of-a-TV-show moments we've seen in the past two weeks have been set in 2001, where cushy hindsight lets him take all the shots he wants without going out on a limb. Anyhoo, Danny's all "I'll never let go," and Matt's like, "Stay alive, no matter what occurs! I will find you!" And hopefully, Harriet's off rolling her eyes somewhere. And she damn well should start rolling her eyes when Danny hangs up and tells her that she can look around all she wants, but she'll never find a guy better than Matt. She should at least tell Danny to go stalk and propose to him if he likes him so much. But no, she just smiles, because Matt really is the best, and she's always known it.