On the grounds of the church, Rob and Kim finally locate the clue box. Their clue includes a picture of the Eiffel Tower. Phil explains that this will be a 500-mile shot to Paris. The Pointies get in a cab on the way to the airport. Of course, by now, it's midnight, so I don't know where they think any flights would be going. I'm not sure there's, like, a 1:35 AM flight to Lisbon they can use to connect. Rob gives Kimberly a smooch in the cab, just on principle, just because it's Paris, and when somebody says "Paris," you have to make out. (This rule was not in effect at the party in New York.) (And more's the pity, I say.)
Lyn and Karlyn hold their cab and get out at the church. Tyler and James are right behind them. These two teams basically bonk into each other, acknowledge each other, and keep looking. Meanwhile, Rob and Kimberly get out of their cab at the airport, hoping that they can "get a plane here." I like it when people adjust their expectations to fit their environment: "At airport = look for plane." It's like being smart, only easier. The *lyns and A(AM!)s are still stuck back at the park, hunting around for the clue box and trying not to get caught by the king of Burma. To no one's surprise, James and Tyler find the box first and pull the Paris clue. They're in the cab in a flash, talking about how the *lyns are still back looking for the clue at the park. Which they are. I do think there's a sense among these teams, though, that most of this is probably not immensely meaningful. One of the people I was with at the party was taking bets on how late in the hour the final bunch would occur, and I don't think anybody took anything much before about twenty minutes before the end.
At the airport, Rob and Kim get the news that really, seriously, nothing is happening until 4:00 AM as far as the ticket counter, so they decide to camp out. James and Tyler arrive at the airport next, and they look up at the Arr/Dep board and see a 6:00 AM flight to Paris. They, too, find a counter where they learn that everything starts selling at 4:00 AM. They briefly consider buying online, but they apparently know somehow that they can't buy tickets online less than 24 hours ahead. Considering I've bought tickets online, like, six hours before a flight, I don't think that's a general rule, but maybe in Europe? Or for international flights? Or for racers? Or in their tiny model brains? (But I kid models!) Anyway, they run into Rob and Kimberly, and both teams notice the conspicuous absence of the *lyns. James still wants to "find some internet," which, as someone muttered to me at the party, does sound a lot like he's trying to score. Tyler says it won't do any good at this point. "Wouldn't hurt," James argues. "Forget it, dude," Tyler says. James sits against the wall and pouts, because Tyler never lets him do anything fun and he wanted to read Fark. Just a guess.